Page 39 of Obsessed with my Temptation

“Yes,” he gasped, not moving, letting me do the work.

“And you like it when I have my way with you.”

Scott nodded.

“Good. Because I like it, too.”

“I can tell.” The smile growing on his lips was more blinding than the sun.

It shook me to the core.

“You also make me feel bolder,” Scott continued.

I’d noticed. And I loved it.

Humming in response, I left a trail of wet kisses up his throat as Scott said, “Cupcake selling is coming to an end in a little over a week.”

I knew.

We’d been doing this for about a month. The ending had seemed so far away when we started.

And now it was almost here and I already dreaded it.

“I thought we could maybe go have a burger, or something? To celebrate?”

I stilled myself completely.

“If you want, if not…”

We shouldn’t.

This wasn’t the plan. Nor the rules.

But I had also not anticipated liking this as much as I did.

I’d thought we’d fuck, argue, and I would see the fantasy of Scott Matthews fade away before my eyes, mystery gone.

It hadn’t been like that at all.

“I want.”I really fucking want.“I just wasn’t expecting it.”

Scott exhaled. “I guess it’s not what we’d talked about.”

“Maybe—” I cleared my throat. “Maybe we could prolong the arrangement. Since it’s working well for the both of us.”

“How?”

“Just the same. As long as it works for the both of us.”

Scott searched my face for a long moment, then nodded.

“We’ll go for a burger, then,” I said, feeling reckless and stupid. And because I needed to lighten the mood, I said, “I need to indulge your obsession with me. Let you look your fill.”

The smile that accompanied his scoff was electrifying.

“You, big-headed—”

There was the sudden sound of voices approaching us, and reluctantly, we remembered where we were and put some distance between us.

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