Page 83 of The Friend Situation

“You deserve more than what I can give,” he whispers.

“Isn’t that my decision to make? I’m a grown-ass woman, and I know what I can and cannot handle, whether it be in a friendship, a situationship, or a relationship. I know what I want. Do you?” I narrow my eyes.

He places his hands behind his head as I continue straddling him. It feels like time stands still as a smile spreads across his lips. “I don’t know what parts of myself I can give you. I’m still figuring that out.”

“I just want to keep the ones I have right now,” I explain. “I don’t want anything more from you other than this. And maybe getting dicked down a couple of times per week. It’s really that simple.”

He chuckles, meeting my eyes.

I place my arms on his shoulders and twirl the hair on the back of his head. “The truth is, I don’t know if I can commit to anything else. I’m fucked up too. I haven’t loved someone for seven years, Weston. I don’t know if I can.”

“I feel the same,” he admits. “I want to fall in love.”

I smile. “Of course. So do I. But we don’t get to make that decision. It either happens or it doesn’t. Why not have fun while we search?” I lean in and whisper into his ear, knowing he’s still hard below me, “If you say no this time, I’llneverbring this upagain. Now or never.”

He wraps his arms around me, and his fingers trail along the back of my neck, causing goose bumps.

“Tell me the rules.” Weston kisses my bare shoulder and up my neck.

“You say it like it’s a game.”

“But we’re still playing, aren’t we?” he asks, causing my heart to palpitate.

He grinds into me, creating more friction underneath me. I rock my bare pussy against him, feeling the warmth pool in the pit of my stomach.

I moan in his ear, enjoying the sensation of him below me. Weston knows what he does to me.

He runs his fingers through my hair. “You want to be friends who fuck?”

“Yes,” I hiss out, feeling the orgasm build. “I want you as you are, Weston. Nothing else. No falling in love. Just this.”

He grabs my ass, assisting me as I drive into him, wishing his pants were off. Wishing he were buried deep inside me.

“Your rules,” he says in a deep gruff.

“We’re just friends.” My muscles tighten, and I know I’ll unravel soon.

“I want exclusive sex,” he says, grabbing my hips. “If your pussy is mine, it’s mine. I don’t fucking share.”

“Okay,” I tell him, panting, needing to feel more of him. “We should both still date other people,” I add as he slides my dress down, exposing my bare breast.

He captures my nipple in his mouth.

“And if we find someone we want to pursue seriously?” he asks.

“Then we stop and pretend like it never happened,” I say as he moves his hand between my legs, brushing his fingers gently across my clit.

“Treat you like an affair?” he asks.

“Fuck yes,” I say as he slides one finger inside, and it’s followed by another.

“Like my dirty little slut?”

“Fuck,” I scream out with pleasure as his fingers curl inside of me.

“I live for moments like this with you, when you push things too far.” He traces his lips along my skin.

I’m on the brink of losing myself on his fingers, and he slows his pace, not giving me what I want.

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