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I make it to the bathroom door, and leaning my ear against it, I hear water running. I check to make sure no one has followed me. Desperately hoping it’s unlocked, I twist the handle to go in. I realize she could actually be using the bathroom, but it’s not anything more than I’ve already seen from this woman. The door pushes open, and I quickly step in, closing it behind me.
Tara’s leaning her palms on the countertop, looking in the mirror with a frantic, wild gaze. Her chest heaves, like she’s having trouble breathing. Her green eyes shift to mine, obviously not expecting it to be me, and her jaw drops in shock. I’m sure she was anticipating Nix to stomp in—probably why she kept the door unlocked. Or maybe she was waiting for her friend. But I’m the last person she probably wants to see.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, her voice filled with confusion.
“Like, here as in the bathroom, or at your engagement party?” I try to give her a playful smile, but it falls flat against the mix of emotions swirling between us.
“Both.” She stands straight, rolling her shoulders back and instantly slipping on a mask of indifference. Nice act, but it won’t fool me; I already saw the vulnerability swimming in her eyes.
“Wanted to check on my best friend's new fiancée.” I shrug, trying to play it cool. I don’t say the words to cut her deep, I say them to remind myself exactly who she is and why I need to restrain myself around her. Good luck, buddy.
“You said your name was Cohutta.” She crosses her arms over her chest, popping a hip, acting like that’s the biggest issue between us right now.
“You never told me yours.”
She scoffs. “At least I didn’t lie.” Maybe if I’d have known her name, I could’ve connected the dots. At the very least, I could’ve told Nix the woman I wanted to keep fucking was also named Tara, so we could’ve avoided this awkward shit.
“I didn’t lie. My name is Cohutta.” I step closer to her, thinking she’ll take a step back but she remains planted in place. Her eyes scream defiance, like she’s waiting for me to make a move—like she wants me to, even if we both know we shouldn’t.
“Marnix called you Reilly.”
“Reilly is my last name.” Realization swirls in her eyes, but she doesn’t back down. I’m so close to her now, I can smell her sweet lavender scent. Her breath hitches when I grab onto one of her thick curls, twirling her silky black hair around my finger.
“You need to leave,” she says in a breathy, unconvincing tone.
“Afraid your fake husband will catch us?” Fuck, I’m the worst friend in the world right now. She’s going to be his wife whether it’s real or not and I’m in here playing games with her.
“You mean your best friend?” she snarks, moving her face closer to mine, only inches away now.
I know their marriage is just for show, but it still feels like an impossible situation. I remember Nix saying she could sleep with whoever she wants and that he was going to do the same, but I doubt he had me in mind when he said that.
She’s staring at me with those hypnotizing emerald eyes, possibly trying to figure out what my next move is going to be, what my plan actually is. Problem is, I don’t fucking know.
“Guess I know why you didn’t call me back after that second round.” I chuckle, trying to inject humor into this abysmal situation. She lifts her finger to the exposed skin of my chest where the button on my shirt is open, tracing the tattoo there without saying a word.
Her eyes are filled with lust, but also hesitancy. The air in here is crackling like electricity between us. The tension’s so damn thick, we’re dripping in it. Both of us know what we want, but neither wants to make that move. Neither wants to be the one to make this more complicated than it already is.
Fuck it.
I grab her hand and pull her toward the bathroom door, peeking out to see if anyone else is around. I don’t see anyone, so I dash us down the hall to Nix’s office. I pull her in, closing the door behind us before spinning to look at her.
The thin thread controlling us snaps, and we pounce on each other at the same time, our mouths fighting like they can’t get enough. I bring my hands to the back of her thighs, lifting her while she wraps her legs around my back, digging her heels into my ass. Her dress is bunched up around her waist, her core aligned perfectly with my hard-on.
Her plump lips glide perfectly over mine, her lip gloss marking me as hers. We’re fighting for control as we attack each other, trying to get closer. Rolling her hips, she rubs against my hard cock, pulling a moan from both of us. She’s just as desperate for me as I am for her. I set her down on the desk, pushing papers out of the way as I do. I need to have a taste of that sweet cunt.
Yanking her hair back, I expose her neck, giving me perfect access to kiss her beautifully smooth skin. “We’re just getting it out of our system. This means nothing,” she groans as I push down the mesh covering her chest, nibbling on the soft skin of her perfect tits.
“You’ll never get me out of your system,” I grunt. What I really should’ve said was, “I’ll never get you out of my system, wild girl.” I push the hem of her dress up, exposing her already soaked panties before slipping my finger underneath and running it through her slit. “Your pussy is fucking drenched. You think you could ever stop that reaction when you see me? When you know exactly what I can do to you?” I tease her, slowly running my tongue over my bottom lip.
“Are you going to eat or just talk about your food all day?” she taunts, hooking her finger into her panties and pulling them to the side, showing me her glistening folds where my finger plays with her needy clit.
Something about how this girl isn’t afraid to be a fucking wild thing is the reason I can’t get her out of my head. She takes control just as well as she likes to be controlled. She’s not afraid to be demanding to get what she wants.
“Mmm, none of those fancy appetizers taste as sweet as your tight little cunt.” I grab onto her thong, ripping it to get it out of my way.
“Did you have to be such an animal?” she groans, arching into my body, as I pump one finger inside her. The way her walls clench around my finger tells me she loves it when I’m an animal.
“Do you want to come?” She only whimpers as I dip my head down, dropping to my knees to taste her perfect pussy. Her throbbing clit is aching for my mouth so I lick along it, pulling an even louder groan from her. I push another finger into her core, as I lap up her juices, becoming even more addicted to her taste. She wiggles her hips before grabbing my hair, pushing me further into her pussy. She’s demanding, begging for it.
