Danielle is like a drug.
I can’t stop watching her, remembering what she tastes like, how she smells, how she feels around my dick.
I want to take her again, and I know I’m a crazy fucker for doing so.
But the woman drives me insane.
However, there’s a small problem in the shape of my buddy, Issac.
“I think she’s got a point.” Issac shrugs, sipping his coffee with a wince. “Shit, that’s hot.”
“I bet you do. You two are close, right?” I’m direct because fuck it, it’s how I am.
Issac meets my gaze, exhaling slowly. He doesn’t look awkward, but I can see the look in his eyes.
Oh.
Oh.
He’s falling for Danielle.
MyDanielle.
But then, she isn’t mine. Not anymore.
But she is.
So we fucked, and what? Vodka has that effect on people.
I don’t want her for anything more than sex and appearances, but I can’t fuck the woman my buddy is in love with.
Can I?
I feel like I’m lying to myself, and it’s a shitty feeling.
“I think it’s a little one-sided,” Issac admits with a heavy sigh. “She’s gone a little cold.”
As if on cue, Danielle enters the room, my eyes locking on her fuck-me-curves.
Her eyes flicker with hesitation as she realizes it’s just the three of us in the room, but she still marches in with the confidence I admire.
“Hey. So, I’ve been thinking about Skies the Limit.”
Here we go again.
Issac rubs his chin, stealing glances at her whenever her eyes are on me.
Which is pretty often, I’m pleased to admit.
“We have to help them. Use it to our advantage, get the media involved. We save them, and we’re golden. We also don’t lose any money.”
Maybe if she gets to her knees.
“Danielle,” I say with a groan. “We spoke about this.”
Danielle looks over at me, one eyebrow arching with a challenge. “So? We didn’t come to a conclusion. I spoke with Brian, and he agrees it’s a good idea.”
I balk at this, exchanging a surprised glance with Issac. “You spoke toBrian?”
