Page 39 of Defending the Post
I unbuckled her seat belt and pulled her into me before she could object. Caressing her waist, I nudged my nose against her temple before she motioned away. She tried moving her body towards the door but I tightened my grip.
“Erin, what is the problem? If you’re going to be mad at me, at least tell me what I did,” I said.
She focused her head towards the window, leaving her neck open. I positioned my lips underneath her earlobe.
“Weirdo, I’m sorry for whatever I did. Tell me what was said,” I whispered in her ear.
“Nothing. Can we go now?”
I knew she was lying, and it fucking bothered me. Malcolm’s voice bounced in my thoughts about me falling for Erin.
“Mr. Jefferies,” the driver called.
Lifting my head, I gave him the okay to pull off. Erin attempted to put space between us, but I denied it yet again, pulling her into my body. When she finally faced me, I placed my forehead on hers to force a connection. The warmth andcloseness of her body awakened a new, but different, protective energy.
“Best friends do not sit this close,” Erin murmured as our eyes remained latched on each other.
In theory, she was right, but I was going to hold her as long as possible. Any time it presented itself to me, I wasn’t passing up the opportunity.
“I don’t need anybody telling me what to do in my friendship,” I said, and she lowered her eyes to my lips.
Erin
The heat of Marquise’s breath against my skin had me ready to pounce. I don’t understand why I was upset after discovering Monica’s identity. Throughout the entire game, I listened to her and Amber’s calculated plan to fuck him. Neither of them was concerned or asked if I was his woman. The conversation bordered on a full-blown play-by-play sex scene.
I owed him an apology for assuming, and I didn’t have the right to be upset. We were friends, and he could fuck whomever he pleased. If the driver hit a pothole or tapped the brakes, our lips would touch.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he asked again, with concern resting in his tone.
I knew if I hinted at being jealous, it would put us on the wrong path. Maybe we were already heading down the wrong street blurring the lines.
“I jumped to conclusions. Can we not talk about it?” I requested.
Marquise gave me loaded eyes but honored my request. The driver opened the door, and I exited first with him on my heels. He grabbed my hand to slow down my pace and I tangled myfingers with his. Thankfully, there were no cameras there to catch us. We entered the elevator and I pressed the button to stop on my floor. Marquise blocked the door, not allowing me to exit.
“Stay with me tonight,” he said, and I jolted my head backward at his request.
Marquise chuckled at my reaction. “To play the game, Erin, but I know what you want to do,” he followed.
I found his eyes before I punched his arm.
Marquise
I’ll be home tomorrow.
This week for Marquise and me had been rough because I inserted more boundaries. We slept in the same bed every day last week. I knew better but didn’t exercise good judgment. The day he left, we almost kissed in the living room in front of Jhae and Malcolm.
Marquise
Erin!
Me
I’m at work.
Marquise
I don’t give a fuck.
