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“Since you’re such an expert on playing with grownmen,” she answers, “why are you here, getting off on schoolgirlkink?”
A cough suddenly punches my throat. I try to choke it down, but it escapes. I can’t answer that question. Never. She hit too close to home, and her sexy dark eyebrow arches, knowing it.
But I can ask her, stepping even closer to her, so close I can stare down at the goosebumps rising on her flesh. “Why areyouhere selling kink?”
She doesn’t back down. She slowly bats her long lashes, cooing, “Because Ilovekink. I write books about it.”
The way she strokes those words over her tongue, it strokes my firming cock too. I just found her power, not her weakness.
But it’s mine. Kink is my kryptonite. If I get too close to it, I get weak. I give in to my darkest desires, which I shouldn’t, and it falls from my tempted lips. “I like kink, too.”
“Is that why you’re here?” Blair nods to the role-play lingerie in my hand. “You’re getting kinky with your girlfriend tonight?”
“No girlfriends. Never. They’re distractions.”
Mischief twinkles in her gray eyes.
Fuck, I used to love this game with her. More than the one I’m paid to play. I relished how Blair challenged me. Unlike everyone else, I couldn’t intimidate her, though I’d try, and it became my favorite sport,ourfavorite sport.
But now, we’re not kids anymore. I’m not dating her friend.
We’re damn grown, and nothing’s stopping us — this wild, pent-up urge to rip each other apart.
We hated how much we wanted the other, and it’s wicked how time works. How when you know someone so well, you’re right back in that moment with them, like it’s been eight torturous seconds, not years since we last fought.
She steps into my shadow. The arousing waft of her perfume, the same one she wore in college, makes the hairs on my arms suddenly rise and fuck; how I finally want to dominate the hell out of Blair Monroe. Like, drag her to her knees like she dropped me to mine.
“Well,” she smirks. “Who are you playing with tonight, Beau?”
“We go way back, Blair. Why don’t you guess my game? I bet it’s the same as yours.”
Her stunning eyes roam down my body, and I relish how my dick is surging hard against my zipper. I want her to see it. How I know, years ago, when I caught Blair masturbating in her dorm room, she was moaningmyname.
Reese had given me her key, and I ran back to her room to get her flashcards for her Economics exam. She said she forgot and left them on her desk, but I’ll never forget what I saw when I arrived.
They had a dorm suite with desks, a sofa, and a kitchenette in the front room and a shared bedroom in the back.So many nights, I’d fall asleep in Reese’s twin bed with her passed out in my arms. Reese’s drinking was excessive. So I’d lie awake and sometimes catch Blair watching us, and I’d watch her back.
We wouldn’t say anything. We’d just stare at each other, and I loved how the lamplight outside their window let me see Blair at her softest moments before she’d turn and put her back to me.
But not that day.
Blair didn’t hear me come into their suite. But I heard her. I heard my name in her moan, and it went straight to my cock, so I peeked into their bedroom.
The door was ajar, and Blair was lying on her bed alone. Her tight white BAMA tank was lifted over her tits, her left fingers tugging at her dark pink nipple. Her white thong panties were around one of her ankles, her right fingers buried, two of them, in her shorn pussy and banging herself so hard, she writhed, softly moaning my name again.
Fuck, it made me stagger back and knock over a cup on Reese’s desk, and that’s when Blair opened her eyes and saw me in the doorway.
I was instantly hard, and she only made it worse.
She didn’t stop.
She wasn’t shy.
That’s the thing about Blair that drove me insane. She was shameless with her lust, and I was jealous. Jealous of her fingers. Jealous of her freedom. Jealous of her pride about her desires, taunting me, “This is a clit, Beau.” Her red fingernail strummed across it. “Now watch. This is what a woman looks like when she’s not faking it for you. When she comes for real.”
Hell no, I didn’t rip my eyes away from the sight. I couldn’t. Blair Monroe fingered herself right in frontof me with her eyes locked on mine, and I started to leak in my gym shorts, my dick surging hard, jutting out and unconfined by the flimsy fabric. She licked her lips at my painful erection, and she was right.
I’ve never seen a woman come like that.
