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Claire angles her head, staring up at me with a playful smirk. “Did he say which sister? Because you know he has two right?”

“I think the implication was pretty damn clear, Claire.”

She chews on her cheek for a minute, assessing my words. “Well, I frankly could care less what he thinks.”

“But—”

“I know, I know, for some reason you’re his bestie. And I have no intention of coming between you two. God knows my brother needs all the friends he can get.” Claire’s sky-blue eyes bore into mine as she tosses one leg over me to straddle my lap.

I have no idea where this confidence came from, but I’m immediately hard as a rock.

“But it doesn’t make sense to have him come between us either,” she adds. “He still doesn’t know about the bar, right? How is this any different?”

“The difference is that I know you’re his sister now.”

“Semantics,” she shrugs, draping her arms over my shoulders casually.

“We don’t even know if this is going to work out, so why should we have to tell him?”

Claire grinds her hips against mine, and I groan as I try my hardest to keep my thoughts straight.

“Come on,” she murmurs, her voice dropping to a sexy purr. “Let’s keep it between us for a while, and then if things get serious, I promise we’ll talk to him together.”

The problem is that to me, this thing between us already is serious.

Chapter 25

Claire

Imay not be the most experienced girl in the world, but I’m not oblivious either. Every time I wear something remotely revealing around the condo, Beau’s eyes get this droopy haze to them, like he can’t focus on anything but my body. It’s adorable and has quickly turned into a new game for me—picking out my outfits to test his limits of self-control.

To Beau’s credit, he’s held surprisingly firm this past week, steering clear of any physical contact, as if he doesn’t trust himself fully. But that’s just made me more determined, itching to make him crack.

Now that I’m perched in his lap, though, I think he’s finally teetering on the edge of his resolve. I’m hoping that our agreement to keep things between us will loosen his inhibitions enough to finally give in to me; at least now he can blame me for the secrecy, and not himself. And while I’m not going to be the one who makes the first move, because this is something he has to work out for himself, that doesn’t mean I won’t do everything in my power to nudge him along.

“Wanna watch the next episode?” I ask, sinking my full weight onto his crotch. “Or do you wanna do something else?”

I can feel his whole arousal, and something ignites within me. Something confident and sexy that’s inherently natural in a way that it never has been before.

“Anything is better than this garbage.” Beau shakes his head, letting out a sharp breath as I roll my body.

“Anything?” I ask innocently, batting my eyelashes.

Beau’s brown eyes darken as his hands move from the couch to my hips. “You fight dirty, pretty girl.”

His fingers dig into my skin, shooting a sharp pang of lust through my core. All I want is for him to show me that he’s longing for me in the same way that I am for him.

“Do I?” I breathe, every inch of me aware of him.

“You do,” he confirms, gently gliding his thumbs along my hip bone in the direction of where I need them the most.

My eyes close momentarily, savoring the feeling of his hands on me. They’re strong and practiced, like they could bring me to the brink of ecstasy without hesitation.

As Beau continues to rub my sensitive skin, slowly inching closer to my sex, he pauses and releases another pained breath.

I mimic his sound because the loss of his movement is painful, and I’m desperate for more.

I slowly open my eyes and meet his gaze.

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