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That fucking guts me. It guts me knowing she’s probably had men saying bullshit things all her life, that she’s had to deal with more racist and sexist assholes than I could ever imagine.
“Then he—” She stops herself, her face scrunching in anger.
“What? What did he do?”
“Something I should’ve expected. It’s my fault—I let him get to me.”
“He’ll pay too.” Nix won’t get off that easily. I won’t kill my best friend, but I’m not afraid to rough him up. He’d do the same with me.
“I don’t need you beating up your best friend on my behalf. I can handle my own.” She rolls her shoulders back, lifting her chin defiantly. I cup her cheek, bringing her attention toward me.
“I know you can, but that won’t stop me.” I look deep into her emerald eyes, making sure she understands what I’m saying. Before I can take this too far, she pulls back, looking down at the pad on the table.
“Were you sketching?” She reaches forward, running her fingers over the design I was working on.
“Uh yeah, just drawing up some client designs.”
She picks up the sketch pad, taking a closer look. “Wow, these are incredible.” She begins to flip through the pages, and I’m not quick enough to stop her. She’s about to see something I had no intention of ever showing anyone.
“Yeah. Don’t—”
Too late. She’s seen it now.
She gasps, looking over the portrait I drew of her. It’s a reminder of what she looks like when she thinks no one is looking. How at ease and carefree she looks.
“It’s not what it looks like. I just… You’re—” I’m fumbling over my words, unable to make a coherent sentence. Jesus, I sound like a fucking idiot.
“It’s gorgeous. Holy shit, Cohutta, this is amazing.” She stares intently at the picture, not in disgust, but rather awe. A grin pulls at her lips as her finger traces the lines.
“You’re not weirded out?” She probably thinks I’m a creep now, or some sort of stalker.
“You're an artist. I don’t think it’s weird. I’m honestly flattered.” Her jade eyes shimmer with excitement and she gives me the brightest smile I’ve ever seen.
“Really?” I ask nervously, but my word is cut off by her capturing my lips with hers. Her kiss is slow and tender, like she’s saying thank you.
As much as I want her right now, I have to remember the distance we promised. I pull back, hating myself for it. “What are you doing?”
“That picture is stunning. I look so happy... You actually see me, Reilly. Fuck it, I don’t want to be friends tonight.” I can see the sting of my rejection on her face, but she refuses to back down.
“We shouldn’t. You’re upset and we decided...” Fuck. Every part of me wants to do this, but I know we shouldn’t.
“Just shut up and kiss me, stallion.” She pushes herself against me again, finding my lips one more time.
I pull away again. “Stallion?”
“Yeah, because I like to ride your dick. I think it suits you.” She grins, not giving me time to think before she’s kissing me again.
As much as I want to resist, her lips against mine is a feeling I’ve been desperate for. A feeling I've been craving. She kisses me frantically, like I’m the air she needs to breathe, like I’m the one who can bring her life. Her hands cup my cheeks, trying to pull me closer. She moves to pull up her dress as much as possible, but it’s too tight.
Pulling back from my face, she reaches for the zipper, fumbling with it. “A little help here?”
I lean forward, grabbing it and pulling it down. She stands up, sliding the fabric down her body, leaving her in a pair of white lace panties and a matching bra, along with those pink high heels. “Fucking hell. You’re even more gorgeous than I remember.”
“What are you going to do to make sure you keep remembering me?” She puts her hands on her hips, her chest rising up and down rapidly.
My cock strains painfully against my sweats, begging to sink deep inside her tight pussy. “Wild girl, I’m going to fuck you so hard, my cock will be imprinted in your cunt.”
“All talk, no action, Cohutta.”
