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“Surely Reece would make you feel that way?” I know him well enough that he wears his heart on his sleeve.
He’s not the type to just run off with any woman.
Raising off the couch, she moves to stand in front of me. “Reece is kind…gentle...attentive. But I have a feeling that you’re different, in a good way.”
I look up at her, digging my nails into my palm as her loose sweater slips to reveal a bare shoulder. “How would I be different?”
Her knees bend until she’s sitting on my thigh, the heat of her pussy burning into my skin.
Then she reaches out and starts to unbutton my shirt. “I think you’d grip me so tightly, that it would feel like youownme.”
She leans closer to slip another button free. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
“I can’t,” I growl, losing control of myself. “Youaremine.”
But I grip her wrist, stilling her movements. “Except I don’t share.”
We’re locked in a test of will as we stare in each other’s eyes.
When she shifts to straddle me, I know I’ve lost.
My granite cock wedges between us, betraying me.
“I don’t want to hurt either of you,” she whispers. “You’re both perfect in your own ways. Don’t you see? I could never choose and I know it could never last. That’s why it’s just for Christmas. I’myours, andhis.”
It would break him to steal her away.
I’d rather share than ruin our friendship.
Yet her concession steels me. Reaching up, I knot my fingers in her hair, exposing her throat and arching her chest against mine. “So you want to be our holiday whore?”
A tiny gasp precedes her smile. “Yes.”
Chapter 13 - Stacy
His fingers tighten in my hair as he brings up his other hand to trace my chin, then down the lines of my neck.
“You want to be fucked and used?” His hoarse words, so abrasive on the surface, have an underscore of need that sends a flood of heat into my belly.
“Yes.” The sound draws out of me as he grips my hip, rolling me against the hard bulge in his pants.
“I can’t remember the last time I’ve wanted anyone so badly.” He takes my palm and presses it to his zipper. “This is what you do to me.”
That draws another smile to my lips as I rub him through the thin fabric.
His groan vibrates through us both.
“Show me,” I exhale.
“I’ll do more than that.” In a single motion, he raises with both of us, wrapping my legs around his waist and cupping my ass. “I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll never want to leave.”
I have to stifle a giddy laugh until he deposits me on his, mine, um,thebed and shutsthe door.
This is someone else’s life. I’m not the girl who sleeps with two different men in the same day.
I’m doing everything against what I would normally do.
And this is where it’s getting me.
