Page 14 of Face-Off with my Childhood Best Friend

“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear. “I’ll reward you when we get back to the apartment.”

As I hear the promise, my body reacts, my muscles tightening and a moan slipping from my mouth.

“You like the sound of that?” As he nuzzles his nose against my neck again, a guttural sound reverberates from his chest.

I nod as the cab halts. He pays the driver and leads me inside, closing the door with a resounding clunk behind us.

“Dinner or your reward first?” he asks, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I like rewards,” I reply playfully. I can do this. I can have sex with the man who took my first time. He was also the one who broke my heart, but I’ve made peace with the past and chosen to move forward.

“I’m glad, because I want to be the one who gives you them.” Oscar takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. As I follow him, the adrenaline surges through me, causing my heart to pound.

As we enter the room, I feel his muscular arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, and his lips meet mine with a gentle intensity that seems alien. With closed eyes, I allow myself to be consumed by the moment, losing track of time and surrendering to the experience.

After we finally pull away, I catch his gaze, and his smile reassures me that everything will be okay. “You know it’s always been you?”

“I thought you pushed me away,” I say, remembering when we stopped talking, and why.

“It wasn’t the plan,” he replies, staring away for a beat. “The plan was to keep you with me. To put you off aspiring to be a model. To stop you from traveling the world.”

“I’ll still travel the world, Oscar.” Letting him know our lives can’t change because of what is about to happen. “That’s my job. And proof tonight can only be two people making the most of each other.”

“We’ll see,” he says, mischievously.

I laugh. “Is it okay if I have a quick shower? I’ve still got fake tan on me and I hate the stuff.” I slide my finger over my arm.

“Only if I can join you.”

“Okay.” I smile. “That’s your reward.”

He smirks as he takes the hem of my tee-shirt and lifts it higher. My fingers eagerly move to his shirt, swiftly unbuttoning it to reveal his chiseled physique. Before I know it, we’re semi naked and in the bathroom.

He flips on the light and turns to me, his eyes skating down my body to my bra and then my panties. “Should I take them off for you?”

“You first.” My eyes roam down his body until they land on his black boxers.

“The pleasure is all mine.” His eyes remain on mines as he hooks a finger in the waistband of his boxers and slides them down his thighs—thick, hard thighs.

Did I only just notice?

“Your turn,” he says, smirking, and I want to play him at his own game.

With a playful look, I slowly slide my bra strap over my shoulder, teasingly reaching for the other. Loving the anticipation in his eyes.

“You better speed up, beautiful, because my cock is throbbing to be inside you, dirty or clean.”

I glance at his cock. It’s so big and hard. My pussy is aching for it. But then it’s been so long, and tonight, I’m not turning him down.

My tongue glides over my bottom lip, tasting the faint remnants of the lip balm I applied earlier, before he kissed it off.

“You take off my panties while I undo my bra,” I say.

He grins and, as expected, he slides his hands over my hips as his fingers hold the bit of elastic and he snaps my panties off at my hips.

“They’re my favorite panties,” I huff.

“I’ll buy you more,” he says without remorse. He takes my hand and turns to the steaming hot shower, and now my eyes are glued to his ass. And it is a perfect ass … and back… and thighs… everything. He’s pure perfection as he walks toward the shower.

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