“When I’m safely in your house.”
I groaned, liking the sound of that scenario as it came from her mouth. “It’s been a month, angel.” A month too long.
“I know,” she groaned. “This is part ofmyplan. Your plan can only work if my plan works.”
“What’s your plan? I thought my plan wasourplan.” I gestured between the two of us.
She grabbed a couple of dresses and started to walk toward the fitting room. “My plan is to push the envelope. Get him to let me go places other than just the gym and Starbucks. That way, when I find an attorney, I’d have more of an excuse to be in that area—wherever that may be.”
I followed her as she walked, thinking of her plan. “Well, since you’re here and I’m here, want to help me pick out a suit?”
“Sure,” she beamed. “Just let me try these on and then I’ll help you.”
Sitting in a chair outside of the fitting room, I waited for her to pick which one she was going to buy. I thought about her naked as she changed from dress to dress.
I wanted to see her naked … I wanted to help her change … I wanted to zip up the back of the dresses as my fingers brushed along her smooth neck … I wanted to be on the other side of the door, my head between her thighs as she moaned my name … I wanted to bury my dick so far in her that we’d feel connected as one.
Fuck …
I just wantedher.
Thisfriendthing wasn’t working out too well.
As I wondered what color underwear and bra she had on, she stepped out in a long black dress with a laced top, and all thoughts of her naked vanished. She was breathtaking as she twirled, looking at all angles in the floor length mirror. The dress had a slit that ran from her upper thigh on her right leg to the floor, exposing her smooth, toned leg as she turned.
Fuck, I was instantly hard.
“The bruises are gone,” she said, looking at me through the reflection of the mirror.
My gaze darted up from her ass to meet her staring eyes. “I’m not looking at your arms, angel.”
She huffed with a smile. “Gabe! We’re friends, remember?”
I stood, walking toward her. When I reached her, I stepped flush with her body, bringing her ass back so she could feel how hard I was.
“I can’t help what you do to me—friend or not.” I saw her swallow hard as our gazes met again in the mirror. I rested my chin on her shoulder and started to glide my hand up her thigh. “I’m not sure how much longer I can wait,” I confessed, whispering in her ear. “I think we should revise what we are. I’m thinking—friends with benefits.”
She took a deep breath, my sight lowering to her chest as her breasts moved up and down with the movement. My hand continued to slide up her thigh, and just as it was about to slip past the slit, she caught my hand with hers.
“You have no idea how much I want to say yes. I do. I really, really do. But if you’re right and I get more money if my husband’s cheating on me, then I can’t cheat on him.”
I groaned out of frustration. “Next week, angel,” I whispered into her ear. “You better find an attorney or I will.”
She nodded her head and I stepped back, breaking our contact. My dick was like stone, and I had a half a mind to take her behind one of the fitting room doors and fuck her while she watched in the mirror.
Fucking friend zone bullshit!
“I’m having a hard time controlling myself. I’ll be in the men’s department looking at suits.” I turned on my heel, adjusted myself, then went to find the men’s department.
