Page 25 of I Knead You Tonight

I fuckinglovebourbon.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and my eyes trace the movement.

She’s not like me, just pretending. Drew truly loathes me, and she has no idea she’s playing with fire right now.

So, I pull myself back, talking my dick down like I always do. I find the words to throw at her, the ones I know will send her into a rage.

Ones that might even make her laugh.

It’s my go-to.

She’s a bitch to me, so I’m a dick right back.

It’s how we work, how we’ve always worked.

Why mess up a good thing?

“Likeyou, Drew? No, I don’tlikeyou. But I do like the way you stare at my cock.”

Her mouth drops open and she sputters.

“I-I-I—”

“You what?” I taunt. “You like staring at my cock? Like the way it makes you feel?”

She huffs, rolling her eyes. “Shut up.”

“If you ask me nicely, I’ll let you touch it.”

“Shut the fuck up, Winston!”

“Why?” I laugh again. “Am I hitting too close to your deepest, darkest desires? Do you not hate me as much as you think you do?”

“Oh, I do.”

“Then why are your nipples hard right now? Someone like the idea of touching my cock?”

She glances down. Realizing I’m right, she crosses her arms over her chest, achieving nothing but pushing her tits up higher. “It’s just cold out here.”

“It’s sixty degrees.”

“With a breeze,” she mumbles quietly, taking a step back, though it doesn’t help as much as she hoped. We’re still standing close to one another, so close I can smell her pear-scented perfume.

So close I can feel her slide her legs together, trying to relieve the ache building between them.

Drew can hate me all she wants.

But her body doesn’t.

“Tell me, Drew, is it really the breeze? Or are you thinking about how good it would feel for me to slide between your legs?”

“Jesus, Winston.”

“See? I already have you saying my name twice.” I wink.

“Stop it. I don’t want to hear any more.”

“Why? Because I’m right?”

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