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Not a lot of time to do much, but this will do.
I fling the door open to see Vince breathing into his hands. He lets them drop when he sees me and then he’s through the front door and pushing me inside. “Hey!” I whisper as he shuts the door behind us.
He looks me over and I follow his gaze noting my black leggings tucked into bright blue fuzzy socks and my University of Atlanta sweatshirt that has seen better days. “Even when you look like shit, you’re gorgeous.” He smiles and I put my hands on my hips in response.
“Again, compliment or insult?”
“Compliment,” he says firmly. Now that he’s inside I take a moment to look at what he’d worn on this date. Black jeans that complement his firm, muscular legs and a gray sweater that stretched across his torso almost perfectly under a black wool coat. He looks stylish in an effortless way and I find myself irritated that he lookedthisgood while on a date with another woman.
He takes a step towards me and lifts my chin with his index finger to meet his gaze. “I couldn’t fucking stop thinking about you.” His voice is low and swirls around me, intoxicating me. I take a step back and he takes one in tandem. “You and what Scarlett said.”
“I thought you didn’t buy it,” I interrupt.
“I didn’t. I don’t…”
“You’re here for pussy, don’t kid yourselforme.” I roll my eyes and retreat towards the kitchen. I hear him behind me and then I feel his hand wrapping around my forearm.
“Stop being a brat, Michaels.”
“Excuse me? I’m being a brat because I’m not falling to my knees at the idea that you want to fuck again?” I snort as I pull out of his grasp and move into the kitchen. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge but I feel the heat of him at my back even before I turn around. When I turn to face him, he’s in my space staring down at me.
“I was thinking I’d be the one on my knees, but I’m not picky.”
I chew the inside of my cheek at his innuendo, begging my hormones not to take over my voice. “No,” I whisper.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t like you, and we agreed it was a one-time thing.”
“I’d like to renegotiate that agreement.” I don’t respond and he must take that as some level of compliance because his hands find my hips and then he lifts me to set me on the countertop. “I know you hate me. You’re not my favorite person either…” He swallows and makes a face, almost like he didn’t like the way those words tasted. “Although, I’m warming up to you.”
“I’m not interested in dating.”
“Whoa, me either.” He puts his hands up. “I was thinking more of a friends with benefits situation.”
“We aren’t friends,” I correct and he huffs in response.
“Fine, enemies with benefits. Is that better?”
I narrow my eyes into slits at his proposition. “What does that entail?”
“I get to eat your pussy whenever I fucking feel like it, Michaels, what do you think?” he asks as if to say,obviously.
“Are you doing this with…other women?”
“I left a very sure thing tonight because I couldn’t stop thinking about the way your nipples pucker when I blow on them. No, Michaels, I’m not.”
My nipples tighten on their own, like my body knew that Vince had spoken about them. “I’m not looking for…”
He steps closer, running his tongue along my bottom lip. “You don’t have to do all of that. I don’t want that.”
“So just…sex?”
“Yeah. I want to use this pretty little body for my pleasure.” He moves his hand between my legs to stroke me through my leggings.
I grab his hand, squeezing it so that he’ll stop and I can try to focus. “What’s so special about me, anyway?”
He crosses his arms and leans against the counter before giving me a wicked smirk. “I’m not sure. I was hoping your mouth around my cock again would give me clarity.”
