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He studies me. “You agree, don’t you? I mean that’s what you want. To be partners that fuck on the side.”

I manage a stiff smile. Sometimes I forget how crude he can be. “As long as writing is the priority.”

“Good, yes. Of course it will be,” he says, nodding quickly. He shoots a glance over his shoulder. “I have to get back to the store. Send me your files tonight and I’ll turn them over to the editor.”

“Sounds good,” I tell him. “Talk to you later.”

I turn away from him and head down the street as a force field comes over me, the one I used to have before I got all caught up in him. I don’t have any experience with casual sex, but if I want to keep having my fun, I’m going to have to learn to rein all my feelings in before things get complicated.

Then again, I’m having hot sex with my writing partner. I’m starting to think it’s complicated already.

CHAPTER 15

Blake

Iswear I don’t understand women.

I never will.

After I shagged the hell out of Amanda and she shagged the hell out of me, she totally lost the plot. And I don’t mean that in book terms. I mean, things got weird. I think it was because Kevin called her my girlfriend in front of her. And me. And my father. I could practically see her jumping out of her skin in horror.

But then after I explained to her that we were basically fuck buddies who worked together—an office romance, if you will—that didn’t help either. If anything, she seemed to shut down in front of my eyes, completely withdrawing.

If she were any other girl and this were any other situation, I would have just said “see ya, I have no time for your daft bullshit." But because I do like her, you know, as a person, as well as her being a good shag, and I work with her, that really wasn’t an option. We had to see each other whether we wanted to or not.

Actually, it ended up being for the best that we couldn’t ignore each other.

So we kept on meeting up to work on the book.

And we would put all that weird shit aside and we’d write.

We went through edits together one night.

And then I ate her out on the couch.

The next day we did more edits.

She sucked me off in my car when I dropped her off.

After that we tried our hand at formatting before I took her doggy-style on her bed, not even caring that her roommate could hear us.

Needless to say, we got the book professionally formatted instead.

Which left us more time to screw.

Fuck.

Shag.

Bang.

Basically anything that involved getting off.

Anything to loosen her up.

Anything to take advantage of her kinky side which was very slowly coming out to play.

And then…

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