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“But you’re here.”
I sighed. “Last time. I swear it.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me in. “I know, I get it. This is bad for me too. Your brother is trying to get along with me, and I really don’t want to mess up team chemistry.”
“Then why did you text me?”
He didn’t answer, just reached down and kissed me. Gently and sweetly, which wasn’t how I thought of him. I pushed up on my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck, and the kiss turned molten.
He stepped back, breathing hard. “That’s why. What the fuck is it with you?”
I was gasping for breath as well. “I don’t know, but it works both ways.”
He rubbed a hand over his head. “Okay, this has to be it. We’ll just do everything we haven’t yet, and then we’re done.”
I nodded slowly. That was a good plan. Get rid of any last traces of this attraction and close the box.
Everything we haven’t done yet. I’d been dreaming up a list. My eyes dropped to where he obviously was getting hard. That was something I’d missed out on. He’d gone down on me, but… Time to mark off that square on my Sex with Alek bingo card.
I dropped to my knees. Alek drew in a sharp breath, but as I reached for his waistband he grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet.
“No?” I was surprised, because what guy didn’t like blow jobs?
“Not here.” He turned and led me to his room.
Chapter 27
Secrets get out
Alek
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The thought of having Jess’s mouth on me made my cock twitch, but we weren’t doing this in the hallway, with a fucking tray of boots beside her.
I pulled her up and to my room before I realized she was also wearing boots. Still, now that we were here, we weren’t leaving. Not for a long time yet.
“You’re a little overdressed.”
“I told Justin I was going out.” Her mouth pinched with guilt. “One last time, we do whatever we’ve missed so far, and that’s it, right?”
I nodded. I pushed her coat off her shoulders and draped it over the lone chair I had in my room. She leaned over to pull off her boots, but I knelt down to grab them first.
“Thanks.” She lifted her foot and I removed the boot, taking time to trace my fingers over her arch. I tossed the boot toward the chair and she lifted her other foot.
I looked up at her. “So, if this is the last time, is there anything sexy on under there?” I tried for teasing, but my voice came out rough.
She spread her hands. “There’s one way to find out.”
I stood up, grabbed her waist and lifted her to the bed. “I’m on it.”
I didn’t try to show off by tugging her zipper with my teeth again. I used my hands, undoing her jeans and sliding them down to see red lace.
My cock got fully hard. The lace was almost sheer, and I could see her, smell her arousal. I threw her jeans across the room and pulled her up by her hands so I could get her T-shirt off. Underneath was more red lace—a demi bra barely keeping her boobs from spilling over.
I sat back on my heels to admire her.
She cocked her head. “I have some things I want to do.”
