Page 17 of Face-Off with my Childhood Best Friend

His chest presses against mine as he cages me between his massive arms. “Who was he?” His nose touching mine as he asks.

“Dominic Logan … the actor.” My breath is raspy, and it scratches my throat.

“Oh?”

“And he cheated on me.”

“Was he the person who texted you last night on our dinner date?” he asks darkly.

I nod.

“He wants you back?” he asks, but he already knows the answer. I nod again. “You’re mine.”

I can’t help but let a chuckle slip out of me at his caveman outrage. “You know I have a career and most of the time I live overseas.”

He sighs. “I heard you, but we can work something out.”

“When did we get to be more than friends?”

His eyes snap up to mine, irritation filling them as he assesses me. “You were always mine.”

I laugh at how jealous he suddenly sounds. Destroying the calm deposition he claimed yesterday. “Oscar…”

He slams his mouth on mine, shutting me up as he slides his tongue into my mouth as he presses his chest against mine. I’m only wearing his tee-shirt and the force of his kiss. It rides higher. He hooks a finger over his boxers and slips them lower, looks into my eyes and says, “Tell me I’m not yours.”

I can’t.

“You know you are. We were always going to get back together one day. Why the fuck did you nearly destroy that with Dominic?”

“You sound ridiculous right now.” I shake my head in frustration.

He plunges his cock into my pussy, snapping his hips back and into me again. We groan in unison.

“Marry me.”

“Oh god!” With each thrust, his fingers grip my hips tightly, intensifying the sensation and eliciting moans from deep within me.

“Marry me!” he says again. His eyes locking on mine as his hand reaches between us, slides to the space we meet, and he pinches my clit.

I groan.

He persists with his ministrations, refusing to give up or stop speaking. “You know you drive me fucking crazy, Nadia? You’ve always driven me crazy. You’re mine, always have been and always will be all fucking mine.”

His free hands wraps around my throat before he presses his lips on mine. He pulls away from the kiss. “Tell me, Nads. Say the words,” he pleads, his eyes searching for confirmation. “Tell me you’re mine.”

I press my body against him, craving the imminent climax. He groans and his eyes roll as we meet each other roughly with each thrust.

“Nadia…” he murmurs. His eyes burning into mine, but the sound of my name on his lips is like he’s lost the fight.

“Of course I’m yours,” I whisper.

“Fuck, yes. But I’m going to come inside you, beautiful, if you keep squeezing my cock like you are.”

He continues to fuck me like he’s annoyed with me, but I must be weird because I love this kind of sex. With each thrust, my body instinctively arches and my eyes roll back, overwhelmed by the pleasure his cock brings.

“Come inside me,” I beg. His eyes search my face. “I want to feel you fill me.”

“Fuck! That sounds so hot,” he says.

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