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“Yeah.”I’m not sure that’s right, but I’m sure I can’t think with her tongue flicking over my nipple.“Sounds good to me.”
“What would you call that?”
“Beats me.”I want her too badly to hassle with labels.“Maybe it’s more about getting what we deserve.”
As the sequined bustier drops to my feet, I push Erika’s shirt off her shoulders.It falls to the ground as she strips off her tank top, leaving her wearing just a bra and her leggings.Dragging her hands down my chest, she gives a low growl of hunger.“I deservethis.”
Jesus, she’s hot.Her black satin bra isn’t lacy or padded, but it’s so much sexier than anything I’ve seen on the mannequins at Mischievous Mermaid.As I trace my hands down her sides, she shudders.
“I meant that we’re putting all this work into convincing people we’re dating.”I run my hands back up her body, reveling in all this soft heat.“We might as well reap the benefits, right?”
“Totally.”
At least we’re on the same page.Her eyes lift to mine, and she nibbles the edge of her lip.“Okay, you know how we went to the clinic together last week?”
It’s the sort of shorthand I’m unbearably grateful to read.“I haven’t been with anyone since then.”
“Me, neither.”
I want to be sure we’re on the same page.We got tested together as buddies who wanted to be sure we hadn’t picked up any STIs from our previous partners.
But never in a million years did I think things would turn out this way.Is Erika suggesting?—
“I have a birth control implant,” she tells me.“And I’m okay going bare if you are.”
Holy fucking shitballs.“Um, yeah.Yeah, I’m good with that.”
I need to stop while there’s still blood in my brain.Before we go any further, there’s just one more question we need to cover.
“We won’t let this fuck up our friendship, right?”
“Right.”
“Promise?”
“Yes.”Her pebble-gray eyes lock with mine, and she smiles.“I promise we won’t let this fuck up our friendship.”
“Pinky swear?”I hold up my hand, and she laughs.
“Pinky swear.”She touches her finger to mine.
Relief courses through me, swirling in a sea of so much desire I can’t breathe.“You know where my bed is.”
Laughing, she pivots and runs for my room.“Last one there is a rotten egg.”
I watch her legs move, watch her silky blond hair swirling over her shoulders.My throat swells up tight, and I’m glued to the floor by the weight of this moment.This delicate point of no return.
Drawing a breath, I go after her, praying like hell we can both keep our word.
Chapter10
Erika
Ibeat Mason to the bedroom by five or six seconds, which is just enough time to get in my head about setting the stage for this hookup.Do I strike some seductive pose on his bed, or stand at the foot of it with hands on my hips like the confident goddess I am?
Fuck it.I hear footsteps in the hall, so I scramble behind the door.
“Boo!”I pop out with my arms up, making him jump like a scared little girl.
