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He grins. "Why not?"
I place a hand on my hip and narrow my eyes at him. "Because I'm trying really hard to be your friend and you're being gross right now. I already told you I can't be friends with Creepy Wilder. Get your act together."
"Sorry," Wilder runs a hand over his face. "Been a while since I got laid."
"You mean Josie didn't let you slip it into her hairless beaver after she helped us sneak into the movie theatre?" I feign shock. "That's a surprise."
"No," he crosses his arms over his chest. I try hard not to stare at the black cotton material as it stretches across his toned pecs. "Being friends with you is bad for my sex life. And how do you know it's hairless? Oh, right. You work at the waxing salon where you're up to your ears in whacked bush."
I smile triumphantly, ignoring the bush dig. "Am I really ruining your sex life?"
"Yeah," he groans. "Josie said we looked cute while we were watching the movie last week, and she doesn't want to interfere with whatever's going on between us."
Laughter spills out of me. "I'm a cock blocker. I am your cock blocker. I love this for you. I love this for me!"
"Don't get cocky," he winks.
"Was that a pun?" I gasp. "Are you... are you flirting with me?"
"Shut up and go try on the pink skirt," he rolls his eyes.
I raise my eyebrows. "You sure you want a show, Wilder? Cause I can model all day for you if that's what you want. Might make your blue balls even bluer, though."
"What I want is to get out of here," he exhales heavily and points to the khaki pants and polo he's already picked out. "Hurry up."
"Is that because you're afraid you might be seen looking cute with me at the mall?" I scrunch my nose.
Wilder stands and walks over to me. When he's an inch from my face, he narrows his eyes. "Let's get one thing straight. I'm not Cash. I'm not going to hold your hand and skip through the mall sipping lemonade and sharing a pretzel from Annie's."
My mouth drops open. "We did not skip. We meandered."
"Whatever," Wilder grimaces. "I'm not interested in being your boyfriend, Blondie."
"No," I glare back at him as his minty breath tickles my forehead. Dammit! Why does his breath have to smell good? "You're only interested in one thing. Sex."
"Not with you," he says as he tilts his head to the side. "I don't fuck my best friend's leftovers."
"That's too bad," I trail a finger up his stomach. "Because I give a really," I lower my voice, "good blow job."
Wilder swallows hard. "Oh, if you want to suck my dick, go right ahead. I won't stop you."
"Let's go then," I call his bluff. "Right now. Dressing room."
His breathing hitches as my fingers slip beneath the collar of his T-shirt. His skin is surprisingly soft and warm.
"I don't have a condom," he clears his throat.
"That's fine," I say as my other hand finds his forearm and I squeeze lightly. "I do my best work raw."
His eyes stare back at me as his pupils slowly begin dilating. Holy shit! Does Wilder find me attractive?
"Come on," I tease him. "Let me wrap my mouth around that big, fat—"
"Wilder?" We both hear.
He whips his head around to see who it is, but I keep a firm grasp on him. If it's one of his many conquests—or potential conquests—I intend to continue with the cock blocking.
"Elowyn?" he inhales sharply.
