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“No.” I don’t even think about my denial before it’s out of my mouth. I don’t have to. There’s no way I’m sleeping with my best friend’s little sister.Especiallynow that I know she’s never had sex with anyone else. Her face doesn’t fall, and she doesn’t look crushed—which I take as a good sign. She just continues to stare at me like she’s waiting for me to say more. “Jules, you deserve your first time to be with someone special.”

“And you don’t think you’re special?” she challenges, but there’s something in her eyes that softens.

“I think our situation is already complicated enough. It’s hard enough to keep my hands off you when I’m supposed to. Youaskedme to keep my hands off you unless it was absolutely necessary, and now you’re asking me to have sex with you?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says. “Am I sending you mixed signals? How’s that feel? Confusing, isn’t it?”

“That’s even more of a reason we shouldn’t have sex. Adding sex to our already confusing situation would just make things that much harder.”

She snorts out a little laugh, which is quickly becoming one of the things I adore about her. “I don’t think you could get much harder.” She presses herself against my length as she runs her hand up my chest and rests it along the side of my neck.

“Jules, no. This is a terrible idea.”

“I told you last night that there was no overlap between the guys I trust, and the guys who would want to sleep with me. But when I woke up this morning, with your hugely hard dick pressed into my stomach, I realized thatyouare the overlap.”

I could tell her that I wake up this hard every morning, that it has nothing to do with the way my body is wrapped around hers, but that would be a lie. And more importantly, it would hurt her.

“It’s the perfect solution,” she says, seeming so sure of herself. “Because I know you’re never going to have feelings for me, so I don’t have to worry about getting hurt. And because the relationship is fake, the sex would be too.”

She only wants me for sex.The realization guts me—it’s exactly what I was afraid of. She’s becoming my favorite person more and more each day, but to her, I’m just someone who can fulfill a physical need. But my body doesn’t seem to care. My dick is raring to go.

“You can’t fake sex, Jules. It doesn’t work like that.”

“Really? Because based on what I’ve heard from other women, they’re faking it a lot of the time.”

“Trust me, Tink,” I say, unable to help the way my voice drops low as I bring my hand up and tuck her hair behind her ear. “You wouldn’t need to fake it.”

She presses herself forward, into me. “I’m going to need you to prove that theory.”

“This is the worst idea,” I groan, even as my dick grows harder. “We can’t go there.”

“What about everythingexceptsex?”

The temptation to make her beg for me to fuck her, and then deliver, is so overwhelming that my hips thrust forward into her of their own accord.Fuck. I shouldn’t have done that, because now she’s wrapping her leg over my hip, and using her calf to pull me forward so I’m lined up with her center.

“Fuck, Jules.” I rest my forehead on hers. “We can’t.”

“Why not? What’s going to happen if we do?”

I’m going to fall for you.“One of us will get hurt.” And that “one” is bound to be me.

“Colt, I already told you, I’m not under any illusions that you’ll develop feelings for me. And I won’t let myself have feelings for you. So it’s perfect.”

The thought of her having sex with me to get over that hurdle but it meaning nothing to her, bothers me so much, even though in the past that’s always been what I’m looking for in a hookup—something casual, where no actual feelings are involved.

But this time, my feelings are involved. Can I do this with her, even knowing it means nothing to her?

Her hips tilt forward, sliding along the length of me again, and before I can talk myself out of it, I thrust forward to meet her. The low groan of pleasure she admits rattles through me.

“We’ve already kissed,” she says, her tone way too seductive to ignore. Sliding her hand up to my jaw, she traces her thumb along my lower lip. “So that doesn’t feel like it should be off limits.”

“You are playing such a dangerous game right now,” I growl before sinking my teeth into her thumb. I’m barely holding on by a thread, and she’s lying here trying to gnaw through that last frayed string of my control.

“It’s not dangerous, Colt.” She pushes me onto my back and straddles me, hovering just above me. She’s wearing my T-shirt and some skimpy underwear, and even though I’m in the sweats I put on last night when we got back from the party, I can feel the heat radiating off her through the thick fabric. “It’s perfect.”

Crossing her arms in front of her, she grips the fabric at the bottom of the shirt in each hand and raises her eyebrow at me. “Tell me not to take this shirt off and we can stop right here.” She glances down at my crotch, where my dick is standing at attention as much as the fabric of my sweats will allow, and then she rolls her hips forward, pressing along my length. “But I don’t think you want to stop.”

I want to be the kind of person who’s strong enough to resist her, to put a stop to this before we go any further. Instead, I say, “We’re not having sex.”

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