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What the actual fuck?

I dig the cream out of my now stinging eyes. Even blurry, Rowan is fucking gorgeous. She drags her cream-covered index finger across her tongue before sucking off a blob of cream.Fucking hell I’m going to blow my load right here. This woman is magnificent.

Out of my league.

Off limits.

Forbidden.

Too smart. Too rich. Too in-a-relationship with your enemy.

And even if she doesn’t know all the thoughts that have been rattling around my brain, even I can admit, I kind of deserved it.

When she leans forward to place her mouth near my ear, her huge tits areright thereat my face level. She grabs my thigh, just high enough to let my balls know she’s in the area. They immediately tighten while my dick twitches towards her long, gold-painted fingernails.

“I don’t know what gave you the impression that I’m the kind of girl who likes to be ignored, August. But I’m not.” Her hand tightens around my thigh, her nails nipping at my skin. “You don’t get to talk to me in private and ignore me in front of all of your friends. That’s not how friendship works. I thought you were above thinking you were better than people.”

I grunt. Is she for real? Oh, the assumptions she’s making right now.

She thinksI’mthe uppity fucker who thinks he’s too good forher? If only she knew the truth. She wouldn’t look at me with sparkly doe eyes, she’d see me for the trailer trash, shit-on-her-shoe that I really am.

I don’t know who’s in control of my body and mind right now, but rational, logical, sane and sensible have all left the building. Maybe I’m simply blinded by her boobs. Can boobs have hypnotic properties?

She wants me to show my friends that I know her? Fine. I’ll do just that.

Reaching out, semi blind from the sticky dessert topping clinging to my entire face, I grip both her hips, bury my cream covered face between her tits, and motorboat the shit out of her making her giggle, probably against her will.

It’s a beautiful sound, but if she doesn’t slap me for this, I’ll be surprised, and kind of disappointed. My hands itch to trace the lines of her body, but I hold them in place, even as she rears back.

“Asshole.” Her palm collides with my cheek and a delightful burn seeps through my skin.

I deserved that. And so much more.

“Says the pot to the kettle.” I grin at her, but my stomach churns. I’ve never in my life touched a woman before asking permission, and I won’t ever again, it grates across my skin like nails on a blackboard. Fuck. That was out of line. A cheap laugh, sure, but at what cost?

Fuck. She could press charges for that, couldn’t she? I’m a stupid fucker.

She flips me off, the corner of her lips twitching like she’s fighting a smile. She doesn’t seem offended, but I know from Mom smacking me around the head when I’m an idiot that women often pretend they’re fine when they’re really not.

I cautiously blow a kiss at her.

Her fist clenches by her side.

Our chests heave as we just stare at each other, both hyper aware that we have a curious audience, and unsure what to do next. I don’t know what the fuck just happened, and I know I was so fucking out of line. But I’m still somehow about thirty seconds away from pressing her face onto the table, and fucking that pretty ass from behind right here for all to see.

Fuck Johnny White.

This is the best foreplay of my entire life, and the more she narrows her eyes like she wants to end my life, the harder my cock gets in my pants.

“Wish I’d brought marshmallows for toasting.” Athena’s deadpan makes me chuckle.

I’m almost face to face with Rowan as she stands next to me, still seemingly startled and indignant at my reaction. Maybe she’s calculating her next move. She better think fast before I haul her over my shoulder and finger her while I carry her up to my room. A strong hand appears on the back of my head, pulling me forward, and before I know what’s happening, my face is moving toward Rowan’s.

“Kiss and get it over with.” Athena doesn’t do small talk.

Rowan face-palms me, or she would if her hand was bigger, or my face was smaller. Either way, she blocks my lips from meeting hers, and I’m kind of disappointed about that.

She’d probably taste like a perfect summer’s day.

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