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"What if I want to do more than squeeze you?" she says, licking her lips.

"Don't tease me, Erica, because I think you know you're going to lose the bet, and you're just trying to sweeten me up so I won't ensure that your punishment and penalty is?—"

"What?" she says, blinking and pulling away. "What are you talking about? This has nothing to do with the bet."

"I don't know," I say, shrugging. "You had a bad date, and now you're all over me."

I lick my lips. I don't actually believe what I'm saying, but I'm saying it because it's the only way I know to stop whatever's happening from happening—because I want her badly. If she were anyone else, I'd grab her by the hand, take her outside, get a taxi, and have her back in my bedroom within fifteen minutes. I'd have her on her back, and I'd thrust into her so hard and fast, she wouldn't know where she ended and I began.

But I can't.

She is Erica Carrington.

She is Wes and Miles's little sister.

She is special.

And as such, I have to resist the urge to take her. I have to resist the urge to flirt with her. I have to.

"You are a jerk, Tyler Kane," she says, shaking her head. "Whatever."

"So you're back to hating me again?"

"I don't know," she says, shrugging and sipping her drink. "I just don't know."

She yawns slightly and stares at my lips.

"What I do know is that you're an okay kisser, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you do it to me at least once again."

"We'll see about that," I say, chuckling. "Maybe. I'm not sure that I want that."

Chapter Eleven

Erica

My eyes flutter open, and I've got a pounding headache. I yawn slightly and turn over on the bed.

"Oh my gosh. Why do I feel like such shit?" I mumble to myself. And then I remember.

"Oh my gosh," I cry out, thinking about the previous evening. I kissed Tyler—likekissedhim, kissed him—and, oh my gosh! I scream even louder now.

I'd put my hand on his cock and squeezed, and he'd been big. Really big. Bigger than I'd imagined he would be. Not that I've squeezed a lot of cocks in my life, but he sent me packing. He took me home. I can now remember being in the back of the taxi with him and him escorting me inside.

I’m at Sabrina and Wes's.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." I’m embarrassed.

I roll over and get out of bed. I cannot believe I did that. I stumble toward the door, peek out, and make my way toward the kitchen.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Sabrina says, sitting at the counter, drinking coffee. “You okay?”

“No. Why would you ask me that?”

“Because you went on a date last night, and you came home really late, with Tyler escorting you. You were drunk, and we put you to bed and... well, he just wanted to make sure that you were okay. He's already called Wes a couple of times."

"Oh, don't talk to me about that man. He's so annoying."

"Why? What happened? I am so confused."