Page 115 of Flipping the Script

I pinned him with a look as my blood thrummed in my veins and adrenaline poured into my system. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant all the talking and deciding. Even you have to admit it’s weird.”

“It is.” Bas dragged his teeth over his lower lip and slid his appreciative gaze down my body. “This is so fucked up, but you look good in my clothes. Seeing you in one of my old band hoodies…” His eyes glittered with something that could be playfulness. “I’ve never fucked a groupie before.”

“I’m not your groupie,” I said before I fully processed what he’d said. “Wait, you haven’t? But I thought…”

“What?” His heated gaze cooled. “That I’m a giant manwhore, so of course I fucked around. Or are you calling me a liar?”

“No. Of course not. I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant you toured for years. You’ve been in bands since we were fourteen. It just seemed likely that you had.” I paused, taking in his serious expression and the hurt in his gaze. “You haven’t?”

He shook his head and chewed on his lower lip.

“So are you going to pretend I’m one of your adoring fans while you fuck me?” I taunted, needing to get back to what was familiar.

Learning stuff about Sebastian’s personal life and past was fucking with me. It was erasing the image I’d had of him for all these years, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.

“I might.” He grinned, his usual confidence slipping back into place. “Maybe I’ll make you keep it on. Watch you come all over my logo.” He huffed out a laugh and shook his head like he couldn’t believe what he’d just said. “It’s so insane that’s hot to me. It wouldn’t be if it was anyone else except you.”

Another of those weird flutters exploded in my chest and stomach, like nerves mixed with anticipation.

“But yeah.” He cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable all of a sudden. “You wanna be my groupie tonight?”

“Hard pass.”

He laughed and slid one hand under his hoodie to rub his stomach. The move wasn’t especially sensual, but my body was on high alert, and my dick pulsed in my borrowed briefs. Thank fuck he was as hard as me, otherwise I’d never live this down.

“So, are we going to do this? Or are we going to keep talking about it?” he asked, some of his bravado slipping, but it was back a second later.

I looked around, my body tight with anticipation as my mind screamed that this was a terrible idea.

We didn’t have many options. Just the oversized couch with its extra-wide cushions and long sides that could accommodate two grown men, the hardwood floor, or the kitchen table.

We could go upstairs, but that would mean fucking in a bed, and that felt too intimate. The couch would have to do.

“Cat got your tongue, Miller?” Bas baited me. “It’s almost like you don’t want a chance at my ass.”

“You know I do.” I pushed back a lock of hair that had fallen over my forehead. “Just figuring out the perfect spot to take you apart and make you scream my name.”

“Then do it.” He held out his arms like he was surrendering. “Come on, Jess. Come try and claim your prize.”

His tone was light, and his body language was as cocksure as ever, but something in his eyes was off.

Was this as weird for him as it was for me?

Or was I the only one making this a thing? Was I so in my own head that I couldn’t see this for what it was?

Like he’d said, it was sex, not calculus. It didn’t have to be complicated.

One more time so we could get it out of our systems for good.

“Is that a challenge?” I asked, my blood thrumming in my veins as I finally let go of my hesitation.

“Maybe.” He dropped his arms. “What are you going to do about it?”

I stalked toward him on instinct and not because of any conscious choice.

He grinned and stayed still, his eyes tracking me as I closed the distance between us and grabbed the front of his sweater.

Instead of yanking him closer, I used my hold to push him backward.

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