Page 135 of The Friend Situation

What was it she admitted to me? She needs to say it first.

Carlee’s back presses against the wall, floral wallpaper brushing against her skin in the dim light of the hallway.

I lift her chin gently, my hand seeking refuge in her panties.

“Too much denial,” I whisper, my pulse quickening.

“I’m trying,” she replies, gasping as I run circles against her clit.

Her body instantly responds to my touch.

My mouth trails down her neck, the rough scruff of my face grazing her skin. Her fingers thrust through my hair.

“Trust the process,” I mutter against her ear, kissing her forehead. “This is your favorite part.”

She nods, and a few little cries escape from her lips, soft and vulnerable. I slide a finger deep inside her dripping wet cunt andhear voices approaching, followed by footsteps. She moans as I pull myself away from her panties. She lowers her dress, the fabric sliding over her skin like a whisper, and I take a step back, creating a small distance that’s electrically charged. A couple passes in the hallway, casting curious glances our way, and I notice Carlee’s chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

“You make me weak. You have too much power over me,” she confesses.

“Only because you allow it, because you fucking want it,” I state, leaning in closer, capturing her lips in a heated kiss that sends a chill down my spine.

Her palm slides against my thick cock, which aches for her touch. She makes me so goddamn feral.

“We both know the queen is the most powerful piece in the game.” I nibble on her lip, teasingly sucking on it, feeling the warmth of her breath against my mouth.

“Apart from the king,” she adds, biting down on her lip, desperately pulling it into her mouth to taste where I was.

Her eyes darken with desire, deep pools that threaten to drown me.

She’ll be the end of me.

“Stronger together,” I reply with a smile.

As time stretches, she holds me in her trance, and I realize that if I don’t break away from her now, I might never escape her spell. Right now, I’m under it, but I somehow find my strength.

“We should make an appearance. Easton and Lexi will wonder where we are,” I say, gently leading her toward the second-floor loft.

It’s a large space that was designed specifically for entertaining and parties. Above us hangs a dreamy fabric reminiscent of fluffy clouds. It casts a warm light over us as a string quartet weaves a melodic tapestry through the room.

Tonight feels magical. I can’t explain it.

Carlee glances over at me, her nervousness evident.

“Everyone is looking at us,” she murmurs, her voice a whisper meant only for me.

I interlock my fingers with hers, grounding her. “No, babe, they’re looking atyou. You’re so fucking gorgeous, wearing the Calloway crown.” The words spill out so naturally.

As we hand off our coats, a server offers us glasses of red wine. Tonight’s theme is Paint the Town Red, which is reflected in our maroon and burgundy outfits.

I take a sip of my wine, allowing it to swirl around my mouth, its sweetness purely intoxicating. I discreetly smell the finger that had been buried inside her.

She swallows hard, her throat constricting, and the intensity between us grows heavier.

“Mmm,” I murmur.

I need her like I need air, a desperate craving I can’t cure. I’m fucking addicted.

“Weston,” Asher calls out, pulling my attention away from the charged atmosphere. He strolls closer, a grin spreading across his face. His presence is a much-needed distraction. He checks her out before giving me a brotherly hug; the familiarity is comforting. “I’m so glad to see you, Weston. I didn’t expect you to show.”

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