Page 62 of Married to the Frenemy

She’s not shy about staring at my erection, especially when I begin to stroke myself. I just pray I don’t explode the second I’m inside her, something that’s entirely possible with the way she’s currently ogling me, sliding her tongue along her lips like I’m a rare delicacy she’s dying to devour.

“What’s the verdict?” I playfully waggle my brows. “As good as you remember?”

Smirking, she climbs off the bed and saunters toward me with a hypnotic sway in her hips.

“Definitely not.” Her hand glides down my torso, my muscles tightening as she moves closer to my waist.

Her lips graze my neck and I struggle to remain in control as she replaces my hand with hers.

“It’s so much better.”

“Goddamn, Haley.”

“What were you thinking of?” she purrs as she strokes me. “That day I watched you in the shower, what had you all worked up?”

“You,” I answer without hesitation.

It’s not a lie. I was thinking about her. Hell, she’s all I’ve thought about since I first laid eyes on her when we were kids. Even when I tried to convince myself the best thing I could do for her was stay away, I still couldn’t erase her from my mind.

Or my heart.

I doubt I’ll ever be able to.

“What about me?” Her words come out in a throaty whisper, deep and sensual. “What was I doing?”

“You were on your knees.”

“Is that right?” She slows her motions to a near stop. I’m both frustrated yet grateful at the same time, not wanting this to be over too soon. “And what was I doing on my knees? Was I praying?”

“Fuck no.”

“Then why don’t you show me?” She releases my erection from her grasp, several protracted seconds passing as we stare at each other.

Then she sinks to her knees in front of me.

This is the last thing I expected for her to do. Hell, I can’t believe we’re doing this in the first place. But I never expected for her to ask me to show her exactly what I was fantasizing about the morning she caught me jerking off in the shower.

And practically every day since then.

Sometimes twice.

“Open for me,” I tell her as I fist my cock.

She does as I request, eagerly parting her lips as she peers up at me with her captivating green eyes. Every touch, every look between us is a battle of restraint.

One I fear I’ll lose before the night is over, especially when I bring my erection up to her mouth and she swipes her tongue along the tip.

“Jesus,” I hiss, the subtle touch sending my pulse skyrocketing. I cup her head as I guide my arousal past her lips, her mouth widening to take me. “That’s it,” I encourage. “Relax your jaw.”

She does as I instruct, allowing me to ease inside her mouth. With every inch, her eyes widen even more, her tongue teasing and torturing me.

“That’s it. That’s good.” I run my free hand along the curve of her jaw, encouraging her to relax, not breaking my gaze from hers. “You should see yourself right now, Haley. See how good you take my cock.”

She moans, attempting to bob against me.

“Mmm. You like that, don’t you? Like when I tell you how good you are.”

She doesn’t respond. She can’t, not with her mouth full. Instead, she just looks innocently up at me. But I can see the response in her eyes. That she absolutely loves it.

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