Page 110 of By His Play

“Oh my god.”

“Gonna try telling me that you don’t want it again?” I ask, cocking my head to the side as I wait for her to lie to me.

“This isn’t about what I want,” she says fiercely. “It’s about not losing you. Kieran, you’re… you’re the most important person in my life. My favorite person. I won’t do anything to lose you. I-I c-can’t lose anyone else.”

“Baby,” I say, releasing her knees in favor of cupping her face. “You’re not going to lose me, that’s not going to happen.” I lean closer, pressing my forehead against hers. “You’re my favorite person too, Lucky. I never want to live a life without you in it.”

Her eyes instantly fill with tears.

“We can’t do this, Kieran. It blurs lines.”

“What if we draw some very firm lines?”

She blinks up at me, battling against what she should do and what she really wants.

I get it. I feel the same.

But I’m confident in our ability to be able to have a bit of fun and still remain close friends.

It’s working for us right now, so why can’t it work a few weeks, or a month from now?

“B-but—” she stutters.

“You trust me, don’t you?” She stares up at me with indecision warring in her eyes.

Her head is saying one thing, but her body…that is on a very different page. I’m pretty sure I know which one is going to win out.

Releasing her face, I wrap my hands around her waist and lift her from the couch, switching our position.

She fits so perfectly, straddling my lap.

Reaching for the moisturizer, I squeeze a little more onto my fingertip before rubbing it onto her rosy cheeks.

Her eyes flutter closed, severing our connection.

“Eyes on me,” I demand, and she instantly opens them.

“Yes,” she whimpers. “I trust you.”

Her confession makes my chest expand.

I already knew she did, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear the words.

As I rub the cream into her face, her stomach growls.

“Have you eaten anything?” I ask, already knowing she hasn’t.

She looks away, and I drop my hands to her bare thighs.

She flinches at my contact, her pussy grinding against my dick and making my breath catch.

She hasn’t even touched me and I’m already riding a knife’s edge.

“I bought ingredients for sandwiches,” I tell her. “Why don’t you go and make them while I shower.” As much as I might want to push her for a decision and get down and dirty with her again, I’ve run for miles in the blazing sun, and I need to clean up. “And maybe think about what I said.”

Sliding my hands under my hoodie, I skim them over the sides of her panties and grip her hips.

I’m desperate to strip it off her and see if she’s got my marks on her from last night.

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