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That’s a rare sentiment from me, but Blair Monroe is a rare breed. She’s the kind of woman who makes a siren, luring men to their death, seem like a saint.
Hell, she even lured me in close enough to punch my dick. My tool was sore for a week. Every damn time I threw the ball, I’d wince, cursing her name.
“Beau Bronson,” she hissesmyname now like we’re right back in college.
That was eight years ago, but hell has no expiration date.
I forgot Blair’s from Charleston, and I’d rather run into a brick wall tonight than her. It’d be softer. The only thing that feels good about this surprisereunion?
I ran into her in a sex shop.
I walked here from my hotel, where I met some celebrities, some guys I have a man crush on. I could tell they were enjoying a Valentine’s dinner with their hot wives and much more. Lust filled the air around them. It seemed like their wives were practically coming at their table, moaning over their meals about how great Delta’s is.
What fucking idiot ignores an endorsement like that?
So here I am, very horny, with lingerie in my grasp, glaring down at my worst enemy.
“Blair,” I smirk, “looking feral as ever. I see they let you out of your litter box to traipse around.”
Touching that sexy-as-fuck collar, it seems she forgot she’s wearing it, and sheisa BAD KITTY. A very bad kitty. The kind who kills your pet hamster and brings it to you as a gift.
“Beau,” she smiles daggers, “what did I teach you in college? Don’t use words you can’t spell.”
This is what we usually did; I fucked her roommate while Blair fucked with my head. We had the kind of cherished friendship where we were as shitty as humanly possible to each other.
It all started when I put a male blow-up doll with a ten-inch penis in her dorm bed while she slept, and I took pictures. #BlairsBlowUpBoyfriend went viral on campus. We even named him POP.
So for an entire month, she had random students present me with six-inch Candy Cum Covered Lollipops shaped like vanilla penises during every single one of my classes. I actually grew to like them, licking them with pride.
To thank her, me and the team wrapped her HondaAccord in tinfoil, so she and her friends superglued Hooked on Phonics cards to my truck.
Somehow, while I was passed out, sleeping with my girlfriend, Blair’s roommate, Blair unlocked my phone. She changed all my contact names to “Ryan Gosling” and all my ringtones to “Gangnam Style.” So, I snuck dark self-tanner into her face moisturizer. With her milky white skin, she looked like a pumpkin, getting more orange by the hour in Psychology class.
It was heaven, the hell we put each other through.
Well, except for that one night when Blair revealed she was actually human. She was very soft and sweet, so I shared secrets with her no one else knew. Then I tried returning the gesture the next night, but I guess the full moon was out, and the witch had returned. She forgot all we had shared. She punched my dick, and it hurt my heart so bad I stopped talking to her.
Why?
We were too young back then to realize there’s a razor’s edge between attraction and animus because, yes, dammit, I know what that word means despite how Blair constantly mocked my mind.
I smirk, trying not to be seduced by her smile and those red lips again, while I go right back to taunting her.
“In college,yousure taught me how to spell ‘masturbation.’”
Her stunning eyes narrow, and the memory that flashes across my mind has my already intrigued cock growing with interest.
“I’m not embarrassed you caught me fingering myself,” she replies, and damn, the devil wears a red leather bra and skirt. No surprise. “Remember, Beau? I stopped andpointed and showed you where the clit is. Though I’m sure, like an intelligent thought, you still can’t find one.”
“I remember you were moaning my name.”
“Of course,” she sighs, rolling her eyes, “your ears hear ‘Joe,’ but your ego catches ‘Beau.’”
“There was no Joe on our team.”
“There was no IQ on your team.”
“And yet, you wanted to date them.”
