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Kissing my tip, she swirled her tongue around me until I was completely hard all over again.
Beyond aroused, I leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair as she slowly took me between her lips. Then into her perfect, hot mouth.
“Fuck…” I breathed as she bobbed her head up and down my length, taking me all the way down her throat.
I tensed as she teased me with her tongue each time she swallowed me whole, each time she stared at me for approval.
She moaned against me, turning me on even more—pushing me closer and closer to a release with ease.
“Fuck, Chassie…” I cupped her face as she moved back up. “I’m about to come, so—”
She pushed my hands away, and kept her eyes on mine—giving me permission to finish in her mouth.
Moments later, I placed my hands on her shoulders as I reached my release.
Chassie watched me unravel, and then I watched her swallow every last drop.
“We can catch up on ‘us’ some other day,” I said, standing up and pulling her with me. “You’re going to be here all weekend.”
Chassie
Present Day
Manhattan, New York
* * *
Later that weekend
I woke up to Tyler running his fingers through my hair. My cheek was pressed against his chest, and if my eyes were telling the truth, the alarm clock on his table read, “7:53.”
Shit.
I sat up. “Should we get to work now? Our final client meeting is today.”
“Ours?” He smiled. “You mean, mine?”
“No, mine,” I said. “I’m still second chair.”
“I rescheduled it for another day and told the office we’ll be working out of the office for the rest of the week.”
“Do you mean that?”
“No.” He kissed my forehead. “I’m going to do you a favor and pretend like you’ve been helping me all along. Then after this case is closed, you’ll need to tell Mr. Walsh that you’re only going to be available for twenty billable hours a week.”
“You think that just because we’ve had sex a few times that you can tell me what to do with my life?”
“No.” He kissed me. “But I do know that you spend sixty or more hours a week working on the audiobooks and you’re enjoying that more.”
“How does this benefit you?” I asked. “What’s your angle?”
“Us being together,” he said. “All bullshit aside, I liked you the moment I first saw you in college. A lot.”
“You had a terrible way of showing it.”
“Maybe at first.” He furrowed his brow. “It wasn’t until after your friend told me what you thought about me that I may have a gotten a little petty.”
“Once again, ‘a little petty’ is not—Wait, what?” I sit up. “What do you mean, after my friend told you what I thought about you?”
“So, you still want to play the victim?” He shook his head. “I used to call her every night and try to come up with ways to get your attention. I did everything she said, all for you to say, ‘Fuck Tyler. He’s an asshole who I’ll never forgive.”
I stared at him for several seconds, mentally rewinding when I’d said those words—remembering them under a completely different context.
“She never told me that you were serious about me,” I said. “I never knew that.”
“Bullshit, Chassie.”
“It’s true.” I swallow. “She made it clear that you were just playing games.”
“You should call her right now.”
“I can’t,” I say.
“Why not?”
“Haven’t talked to her since she slept with my boyfriend.”
His eyes widened. “When was this?”
“Shortly after we graduated college,” I said. “I didn’t see that coming.”
“Fuck,” he said. “You really should’ve.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Tyler
Senior Year Incident #2
Cambridge, Massachusetts
“I’m sorry for being an asshole. Can we start over?”
I make sure that the words on the apology cake are correct before paying the cashier.
Despite the fact that the universe has insisted on placing Kelsie in every major class of mine for the past four years, we’ve never settled on a truce of any kind.
It doesn’t matter how many times professors praise our joint efforts on group projects, how many times we both make the same marks on tests and win the same awards.
She and I have always been “strictly business, strictly enemies.” Nothing more, nothing less.
On the one hand, I can’t help but push her buttons. She’s the smartest person—male or female, that I’ve ever met, and she’s just as competitive as I am.
On the other, she looks sexy as fuck when she gets angry, and she manages to arouse me each and every time.
She’s ruined my dating life to the point of no return since no other woman on campus compares. (I’ll never admit it, but whenever I’m out with other women, I typically picture Kelsie sitting across from me instead.)
I personally think that we should just sleep with each other and kill the tension once and for all.
Please accept my apology. Even if you hate me.
