Page 26 of Play It Sinful

My gaze drops to her full lips, and the desire from earlier returns. I think about her, moaning underneath me, and her sweet pussy, milking my cock until I explode.Forget consequences. Let’s complicate things. “Hell no,” I groan.

“Okay, then. Let’s go.” She opens the car and gets out.

Quickly, I follow her, and possessively throw an arm around her shoulders.

“What are you doing? Someone might see us,” she protests, but makes no motion to step away.

“It’s dark. If someone does see us, they won’t recognize us.”

We don’t bump into anyone, but Ashley opts to take the stairs just in case.

“I think you’re afraid to be trapped in the elevator with me,” I joke.

“That too. You seem to enjoy sexing me up in public areas.”

I slide my arm down her back until my hand is covering her ass. “Wrong. I like to sex you up anywhere.”

When I squeeze her butt cheek, she squeaks, making me laugh.

“Hold on a second.” She turns and faces me. She’s two steps above mine, and our eyes are at the same level. “Why do you want me so badly?”

I quirk a brow. “Why do you?”

“I asked you first.”

I mull it over, trying to come up with an answer, but I don’t have any. I simply do. “I... I don’t know.”

“Do you still hate me?”

My heart squeezes in my chest, consumed with remorse. “No, I never hated you.”

“Liar.” She begins to turn, but I stop her.

“I’m not lying. I didn’t hate you—I hated what you represented.”

She scrutinizes me, I suppose trying to guess if she should believe me. Finally, she says, “You’re starting to make sense.”

“What about you? Do you hate me?”

She tilts her head. “Does it matter if I do? Come on.”

She sprints up the stairs, reaching the door to her floor before I catch up. I should ignore her comment, but it doesn’t sitwell with me. Once we’re in her room, and the door is closed, I blurt out, “It does matter.”

“I don’t know if I still hate you.” She throws her small purse on her roommate’s bed, which I see is now a depository for Ashley’s stuff. Then she takes off her shoes.

“I won’t blame you if you do. I wasn’t nice to you.”

The light in her eyes dims, making me so fucking sad that all the memories she has of me aren’t pleasant. The kitchen incident was definitely the worst.

“Sean... what’s going on? You know there’s no future here, right?”

Fuck. I do know, but, hearing her say it out loud is hard. It shouldn’t be. No one our age is looking for something serious. I take a step forward and cup her cheek. “I know.”

This means nothing. It’s just sex. I need to fuck Ashley out of my system, and the world will make sense.

She steps back and shrugs off her jacket. Her white top is long sleeved and off-the-shoulder, and it’s sexy as hell. I never knew I had a thing for bare shoulders until now. Keeping eye contact, she unbuttons her tight jeans and rolls them down her toned legs.

My hardening cock demands that I remove my own clothes too. But the room is too bright, and she might see the scars on my forearms. I retrace my steps and turn off the overhead light. “Much better.”

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