Page 34 of Obsessed with my Temptation

“Good. Then I’ll see you tomorrow,” Travis said.

There was a silent beat in which none of us moved, and for some reason, my eyes fell to his lips.

I got out of the car before I did something stupid like kiss him goodbye, exactly the way boyfriends would, exactly the way we weren’t supposed to.

Once that was out of the way, all restrictions I’d had on myself fell away. Celibacy went out the window. We were all in and there was no stopping us.

Every time we were in close vicinity and there was a space with any semblance of privacy, our hands were on each other. Travis knew how to push all of my buttons, and he commanded me with low gravelly tones that made me harder than a rock. I sucked him off again and again, becausefuck, I still jerked off to the memory of the first time I did it, and Travis fucked my mouth like he meant it. Like heownedit.

Our kisses were greedy, all teeth and tongues, and the way he did it, with his entire body, almost wrapping himself around me and pushing me against the nearest flat surface, made me feel delirious with need. I wanted to feel him everywhere at the same time, and if the night at the frat party taught me something, it was that this attraction, thisinfatuation, wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

After denying myself for so long—not just Travis, butthis—submitting to my desires of rough, dirty sex— I felt more than a little needy, and Travis liked to indulge me. He was very clear with something, though—if I ran away like I had the first time, we would be over. I hadn’t understood why he wanted me to stay when his come was already on my lips or on my hands, but he seemed to like the process of winding down, running his hands through my hair or caressing my face. I had to admit that I had started looking forward to these stolen moments too.

There was a growing sense of intimacy between us, and it scared me. AndJesus, don’t get me started with him calling me sweetheart randomly. It made my heart jump and my stomach flutter like I was a rom-com protagonist, and once, it had thrown me over the edge of orgasm.

Travis Ashford was more than a little addicting.

It should have scared me more than it did.

“My sister sent me a message. Apparently, they’re calling for all of the volunteers to spend a few hours buttering some cupcakes. Want to come?” Travis asked.

We were out in the alley behind the bar where it had all started. He was, once again, leaning against a wall, lighting a cigarette after we’d brought each other to a shuddering orgasm, and watching me with dark hooded eyes.

“Will you go?” I asked, and he nodded.

For some reason, it cemented my decision to do so too, but my stomach tightened momentarily.

“Are we pretending?” I didn’t know where we stood. We’d been doing this…hookupthingsecretly for obvious reasons, but to be honest, I didn’t think we were being very subtle.

We weren’t at each other’s throats the whole time, for a start—or maybe it looked like we still were, but our banter had a much lighter tone.

“Pretending that we’re not fucking?” Travis asked, taking a long drag off his cigarette. How his fingers could be rough from boxing yet still look elegant was one of the many mysteries of this universe.

Or maybe you’re just obsessed.

“Pretending not to…”like each other,I almost said, but reconsidered “not to be arch-enemies.”

Because we weren’t. We really weren’t.

Yet another thing I didn’t want to look at too closely.

Travis shrugged.

“Isn’t your boxer bad boy reputation going to be hurt by being seen hanging out with me?”

I doubted Travis would be seen as any less intimidating by hanging out with me, but I still felt the strange need to ask.

He chuckled. “Scott, if there is one thing about being a bad boy is thatI don’t give a fuckabout what anything else thinks.” He reached out with his hand to put his thumb on my lower lip, tracing it, before meeting my eyes again. “Including being seen with you.”

My chest warmed.

With his hand on my nape, he pulled me to him until our lips met in long, languid kisses, every brush of our tongues like a statement.

So that was that.

The truth was, though, that some people were beginning to notice. I didn’t think they thought that we were actually hooking up just because the concept must have been so outlandish, their brains couldn’t even consider the option. But Travis’s sister Layla and my friends…They definitely sent us weird looks.

One day, Antony and Eliot came by the truck to get some more cupcakes. Travis handed Eliot his after the latter had paid me.

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