Page 119 of The Flirt

"I bet Bella will be too."

I bit the inside of my cheek. "But you're telling Sarah, right?"

He nodded. "Don't you worry about it. I didn't handle that well before, but now I'm on top of it."

"Okay," I said.

He texted back and forth with Sarah on the way home. While he did that, I googled Harry Potter-themed sheets. Several websites popped up.

Oh yeah. Bella will love these.

Once we were inside, he tucked the phone away. "All right. So tomorrow the three of us are spending the day together. But tonight, you're all mine.” He stopped and looked at me, raising a brow. “What are you thinking about? You're smiling from ear to ear."

"Depending on when Bella comes tomorrow, we could start that Harry Potter marathon we've been threatening you with for a while."

Chad's expression turned stony. "You're not joking, are you?"

"No, but let's see first if she wants that."

"Scarlett, if you even bring up the words, she’ll say yes."

"Ah, a girl after my own heart," I said. Chad started to laugh. "Don't mock us, okay? Also, if you watch it, you'll understand the passion. And by the way, while you texted Sarah, I found these." I pulled out my phone and showed him the themed bedsheets I'd found. "Think I could order them for Bella?"

"Fucking hell, woman," he exclaimed, and instead of answering my question, he simply kissed me.

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Chad

Every time I thought she couldn't surprise me, she proved me wrong. I was starved for her. This week had been pure torture, but now I could explore her all I wanted. She consumed my thoughts every day and every damn night. Now she was finally mine again.

"Chad..." Her voice was soft, throaty.

"I need you, Scarlett."

"I need you too." Her voice was even weaker than a few seconds ago, almost pleading.

My cock was already twitching, but I pulled back and said, "Let's go to the living room."

"Oh," she teased, "I figured you’d maul me right away."

"No. For now, I just want to kiss you."

I laid down on the couch and pulled her on top of me. She toppled down even though I helped her up the best as I could. I brought a hand to the back of her head and kissed her again so damn slowly, just the way I'd imagined every night when I sat right here, texting with her.

"I fucking missed you this week," I said, running a hand down her back to her ass.

She wiggled it on top of me, and I groaned against her mouth. "Woman, don't."

"Please," she whispered in reply.

She was going to be the death of me.

I want to keep her here.

Most of the time, I managed to push that thought to the back of my head, but not when I was with her. I was too open and raw and vulnerable to deny it.

Despite her plea, I didn't quicken my exploration of her. I still kissed her slowly, savoring her. Feeling her get more and more turned on was a privilege all on its own.

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