Page 86 of Friends with Benefits

She rolls her eyes. “Don’t make it weird.”

He laughs.

It’s rich and rare.

Possibly her favorite sound in the world.

Looking up at Theo’s lamplit face, fixating on a single rogue curl that has fallen over his forehead, she’s never felt more exposed. More safe. More sure. Because though she spent money she doesn’t have, on a family she barely has, to be in a city that isn’t hers, that decision is the only reason Evie is here now.

With Theo.

Under Theo.

“Do you even have any idea how obsessed I am with your tattoos?”

Yes.

She shrugs.

Traces the ink along his left biceps. “Nope.”

Then decides she’s done. Teasing Theo. Teasing herself. She grabs his wrist and pulls him toward her, the want transcending into a physical, aching need to be close to him. Theo’s mouth drifts across her jaw, trailing down her neck and settling on her collarbone as his hand dips back into her underwear.

“Ev.” Theo groans the moment his fingers come into contact with her slickness. “Fuck.”

She buckles into his hand as his thumb strokes her clit, the pressure perfect. His mouth makes its way down her body while his fingers continue to work. When his tongue rolls across her nipple as two fingers slide inside her shewhimpers…and it doesn’t make sense. Evie knows her body. It’s not… she doesn’t justcome. Evie keeps a miniature vibrator on her at all times. Refuses to feel any kind of shame that her body typically requires its assistance during sex.

So.

How is Theo about to wreck her with ahand job?

“God, you’re tight,” he murmurs against her skin.

Then presses a kiss to the torch on her hip and it’s too much. She bites her lip to suppress thegaspas she comes undone andher first thought after riding his hand, riding her orgasm, isMore, more, more.Then,Why are his pants still on?She fixes that. Removes his briefs in the process, too. Oops. Theo has a fantastic cock. She strokes the length and revels in the sounds he makes. The sharpinhalewhen she brushes her thumb across the head before guiding him toward her clit.

“Evelyn. Are you trying to kill me? I…” Theo pulls back, his eyebrows crinkling. “… don’t have a condom.”

“I have an IUD.”

His expression shifts. “Oh.”

“Also, I’m good,” she continues. “My most recent test was at my annual a couple weeks ago, but I haven’t hooked up with anyone since before…”

Evie isn’t sure what’s worse. The end of that sentence or the fact that she can’t finish it.

“Me either,” Theo admits. “And I’m good, too.”

“Cool.”

“You’re so—”

She pulls his mouth back to hers, certain that talking too much is going to ruin this fun, good, terrifying thing. Evie doesn’t want to ruin it, instead choosing to cut off his words with a kiss and continue to show him what she wants.

You.

You.

You.

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