Page 154 of The Friend Situation

He leans forward, reaching toward my face. His thumb brushes against the edge of my mouth, and when he pulls away, there’s whipped cream on his finger. I blush as he pops it into his mouth.

“Mmm. You always taste so good.”

His words set my entire body on fire.

Millie walks over with a bag of to-go boxes and takes our empty plates. “Tell Easton and his wifey I said hello.”

“I will,” Weston says cheerfully, handing over his card like he wasn’t just lost in a fantasy with me.

When she returns, she squeezes my shoulder. “So good to see you again, baby. How was the pumpkin?”

“Great. The powdered sugar and whipped cream were top notch,” I say as we stand and move toward the door.

She shoots me a wink.

“I’ll see you again,” I tell her with a wave.

“I know,” she says. “I like her, Weston.”

“Me too,” he says.

We load into the car and return to The Park. It’s still early, and I’ve experienced a full day of emotions. I grow quiet, wondering how Weston and I ended up here together.

“I think you’re right about me needing to read your journal, even though I don’t particularly want to,” Weston finally says, placing his hand on my thigh and gently squeezing it, drawing my attention back to him. “I was thinking you could read it to me one day. Not right now, but when you’re ready.”

“Absolutely not.” I shake my head, laughing at him like he’s lost his mind. “I can’t do that.”

He smirks, closing the distance between us, eliminating any space that once separated our bodies. “What if I told you I’d make it worth your while?”

I stare at his mouth, wanting to taste the coffee on his tongue. “How?”

“As long as you read, I’ll keep pleasing you,” he whispers, his head resting on my shoulder as he peppers kisses along my neck. “I just want to desperately hear your inflections, your breathless pauses, and the cadence in your voice as you string your beautiful words together.”

It’s just the two of us in the back of this car, and right now, I’ll do anything he wants, especially when he gives me all of his attention. His hand slides down my body, settling between my legs. I’m relieved the partition that separates the driver from the passengers is up. Right now, we are entirely alone, speeding down the road, and I desperately want him.

“Deal?” he whispers, applying pressure to my clit.

My entire body springs to life.

“Youpromiseto make it worth my while?” I ask, moaning out as he rubs gentle circles against me.

“Fuck yes,” he breathlessly says, working me up so fucking quickly that my body quivers in anticipation.

He knows exactly what to say and how to touch me until I’mputty in his hands. A pant escapes me as every fiber of my being begs for him, for more. I’m so fucking greedy for him.

“Didn’t hear your answer, gorgeous,” he murmurs.

“Yes,” I say breathlessly. “As long as your hands and mouth are on me.”

“Happy that’s settled then.”

He pulls away, leaving me breathless and burning with desire. Let’s not mention that my panties are drenched.

My breasts rise and fall as disappointment crashes over me. “Wait. You’re not finishing what you started?”

“Nope.” The cocky bastard checks his watch and smirks.

“I’m going to get you back,” I breathe out, my nipples hardening, my heart racing. “Oh, just you wait.”

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