Page 80 of Breaking Free

He arches a brow. “Oh? You gonna tell me what you want?”

“You already know.”

“I want you to tell me. In detail.”

I drop the dishes and shut off the water, taking a second to dry my hands before I walk over and step between his legs, my hands slowly traveling up his thighs before grabbing onto his hips. My lips brush against his cheek before I nuzzle my face into his neck, my tongue darting out to lick a small patch of skin under his ear.

With my lips near his ear, I say, “Maybe later.” Then I step away and smirk at him.

“I hate you,” he groans.

“Oh yeah?”

He jumps down, pushing me against the counter and trapping me between his arms. “Hating you is damn near impossible. The opposite, though…” he trails off, his forehead leaning against mine before he pushes his lips to mine.

He never finishes his thought because we get too wrapped up in each other.

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“How are we doing this tonight?”he questions as we’re getting ready to leave.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we’re...together?” He forms it like a question as he studies me with an arched brow.

My tongue swipes across my lip as I grin. “We’re together,” I confirm.

“But only a handful of people know, and we’re gonna be around most of the team tonight, so I’m assuming we’re just keeping it friendly.”

“I guess just normal.”

“Normal was you acting like you hated my guts when really you just wanted to be in my pants.”

I roll my eyes. “Okay, I won’t pretend I hate you. I just won’t kiss you, or touch you, or…” I drag my gaze down his body, loving how his shirt fits snug across his shoulders and how his ass looks in those jeans.

“Eye fuck me?” He laughs. “Good luck with that.”

“Let me just get it out of the way now,” I say, stepping up to him and melding my lips against his as my hand grabs his ass.

The kiss turns fiery and I’m all but grinding against him as my breaths come in heavy pants.

“Now you’re just turning us both on,” he says, pulling away. “If you think I won’t lure you into a bathroom and shove my cock down your throat, you’re dead wrong.”

I bite my lip. “Maybe I’d like that.”

He laughs. “Come on, Campbell. We’re late to your own birthday party.”

Knowing we’re both planning on getting pretty drunk, we get an Uber to drive us to the first bar of the night—Toast. Jay’s already texted me asking where the hell we were, so I assume everyone else is already inside.

“Gonna try to ride the bull tonight?” Dom asks, his lips curling up on one side.

“Uh, no. I’m not good at riding…” The rest of the sentence dies on my tongue, because amusement twinkles in his eyes as his smile grows.

“I think we can find out if that’s true soon enough.”

I feel my cheeks heat up. “Stop.”

A few seconds later, we’re inside the club and pushing through groups of people, searching for our friends.

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