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Making sure our audience isn’t watching, she pushes down on me harder. “You can ditch me or whatever. I can’t convince you to be my friend. But don’t forget that you were licking hot fudge off these same tits that you’re so desperately trying to not look at now.” Dropping her lips to my ear, she nips my earlobe. “When you were making me come in your bedroom, we were fine. So, fucking pretend we’re back there, or I promise you, I’ll find someone else to work with.” Pulling back, she raises an eyebrow. “And I’ll bet they’d love to lick chocolate off of me too.”

“You’re too attached,” I growl. “You’re looking at me like—”

“Like what?” she barks.

“Like more than a friend.”

“So what? Did I ask you to do the same? Have I begged you to feel that way in return?” She shrugs. “No, I haven’t. So, I guess you either want to hang out, be friends, and hook up…or you don’t. Ball’s in your court.”

“You look at me like I fucking hung the moon.” I grimace.

“After not knowing what an orgasm felt like for most of your life, you’d probably look at me the same.” She jerks her head toward Sebastian. “Can we please, for the love of all things, just give them what they need so I can go home?” She grinds her body on me again as her nostrils flare. “Or so help meGod, I’ll ask Sebastian for your replacement right now.”

Staring at her, I never look away. “Sebastian, get over here. Let’s get this the fuck over with.”

And for the next hour, I’m surprised the camera doesn’t melt from the content we give it. Because when we get done, the only thing I can think about is slamming my cock inside of her and teaching her a lesson for the shit she just said.

Bria

The photo shoot started off a little—no,a lotuncomfortable. And still, at the end, something was still off with the way his fingers touched my body. Normally, his touch is like fire on my skin. Today, it was more like ice. But then I threatened to work with someone else, and suddenly, things changed.

Now, here we sit at the restaurant, gorging on pizza. Because that photo shoot was supposed to be quick and painless, and it ended up being three hours long. And I’m pretty sure I could eat a rhinoceros right now.

“You can apologize at any time for this weekend,” I blurt out after finishing another slice of pizza. I’m sick of pretending everything is great. “You know, for being a douche.”

“Do you want me to make it up to you by taking you in a dirty restroom stall?” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Now, that sounds fun.”

Narrowing my eyes, I relax in my seat. “You can make it up by saying two words.”

“Fuck me?” he whispers, and I give him the finger. “Suck me? Lick me? Ride me?” He continues to rattle off dirty things until, finally, I start to stand up, but he grabs my hand.

“I’m joking, Bria. Fuck.” Raking a hand over his face, he frowns. “I am sorry I was Captain Douche of the Douche Academy. And for ignoring you at practice. I was just…in a mood.”

“Yeah? What else is new?” I hiss.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He scowls.

“It means, lately, you’re always in a mood! Whether it’s because guys might or might not be annoying me at work and you feel the need to protect me. Or maybe when I get too close. Or God forbid, I say something that makes you uncomfortable,” I whisper-yell. “You’re hot and cold, and it’s actually really,reallyfreaking tiring.”

He exhales, tossing his head back slightly. “Well, shit’s getting messy. I knew it would, but I guess I hoped we’d have a little longer before it did.”

“Why is it messy?” I shake my head, giving him an aggravated look. “Did I ask you to be my Prince Charming? No! I don’t get why you’re making it all into a big deal.”

Looking around, he dips his head lower. “Just promise me nothing has changed. If you go getting attached to me, well, it will be a fucking disaster, Bria. Promise me that we’re friends.”

“We’re friends. I enjoy your company. I like hanging out.” I blush. “And, yeah…the sex isn’t bad either. But if the sex is making it too weird, we can stop.”

“Is it making it too weird for you?” He drags in a breath. “The last thing I want to do is fuck this up between us. I need you.”

“Maybe, for both our sakes, we should cool it on the physical part of our relationship. Maybe it’s making things too complicated.” I give him a pointed look. “Nothing has changed. But you are my best friend. So, can you please start acting like it?”

He looks pained, but eventually, he gives me a small grin. His blue eyes pierce into mine. Throwing down some money on the table, he stands. “I have somewhere I think you’d like. And, no, it’s not the dirty restroom stall.”

“Lead the way,” I utter, wondering where in the world he’s taking me.

Brody

I watch her as she takes in all the pieces of art. Studying them, like new things keep popping up in the paintings the longer she looks. She’s in her own world, and it’s beautiful.

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