Page 17 of Never You

“Stop.” I circle her waist to halt her, the same way I did the other night, and another spark goes through my body. I clear my throat, pretending like that didn’t happen, when she looks up at me through her fluttering lashes.

“I need you to release a statement. Emily is pissed. And my family will be too as soon as they see this picture all over the internet.”

Her eyes narrow in confusion before she looks at me with a straight face.

“Isn’t she always when this shit happens? I’m sure she will turn around; she always does.” She casually waves her hand in the air, dismissing the conversation, but when she tries to move past me, I rest my palm on her belly.

“This time it's different. She packed her bags. She says she’s done.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, you’ve done this more times than I can count, andnowshe decides she is done?”

“And I quote: ‘I’ve always known you were into her. You see her four times a week,’” I clarify.

She places her fists at her sides, looking at me like she will bite my head off if I dare to flinch. Tempting, but I still stand frozen.

“That is fucking ridiculous. We bicker all the goddamn time. Why the fuck would she think that?” she scolds.

“I don’t know. To be honest, I don’t really care, but my dad is running for governor. I have to fix it before I taint his perfect reputation.” I shrug, honestly.

She holds my gaze, her face turning grim, before pricking her finger against my chest. “What thefuckhave you been telling her?”

Again with the accusations.

“Why the fuck would I tell her anything?” I lift my eyebrows.

Why the fuck would I pretend for her to be interested in me? I have enough pussy to entertain my ego without getting rejected by Little Miss Perfect over here.

Her brown eyes turn dark, eyeing me with more suspicion. But then a frown deepens on her forehead, making it a pain to staypissed at her. She frustrates me, but fuck, she’s so cute when she’s pissed. Especially when she goes all Nancy Drew on me.

“Fine, give me your phone. I will give her a call,” she finally offers in a breathy tone, holding up her hand.

I rub my neck, averting my face. “Yeah, about that…”

“What?!” she barks, her impatience palpable.

I look back at her and give her my sweetest smile, hoping for once in my life it will work in my favor.

Who the fuck am I kidding?

Most women drop to my feet whenever I give them a small smile and some sweet talk, but with Rae, it hasn’t worked once so far—I’m not expecting it to stick now.

“She changed her number.”

“Fucking hell, Jensen.”

“And her best friend called me acocksucking piece of shitwhen I asked for her new number,” I add while I’m at it. Might as well throw it all out there.

“Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Cocksucking?” She daringly tilts her head, crossing her arms. Good to know she still has some humor.

I grimace at herfunnycomment, then take a step forward to crowd her space. “You want me to show you how I prefer pussy over cock every single time?”

She blinks, looking up at me through hooded eyes, clearly regretting opening her smart-ass mouth.

“Okay. That’s enough, Jensen.” She pushes me back with her hand pressed against my abs. She ignores my question, but my dick certainly can’t, with her hand so close to his presence. My jaw ticks, disregarding the twitching of my dick while she lets out a deep wheeze, completely unaware of the torture she’s bringing upon me.

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