Page 61 of Frat House Fling

Her hands plunged into my hair, her fingers pressing against my scalp. I opened my mouth, one more time, to try to talk some sense into her, but damn, that felt good. She kneaded and rubbed me with strong little fingers, and I leaned back in my chair in spite of myself.

Her nimble fingers slid down my neck, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. Then she squeezed my shoulders with a surprisingly strong grip. All that housecleaning had made her hands strong.

Crap. My eyes closed and I tried to relax and enjoy the sensations—but the monster in my jeans wanted more.

Hailey made circles with her fingers, digging into some of the knotted spots along my shoulders. Then she slid both hands down my right bicep, leaning forward to do so—which made her barely covered breasts brush against me.

Where had she learned to do that? When the hell had she become a sex kitten?

Her hands moved back to my neck, squeezing and rubbing more gently now. And then she placed her palms on my shoulders and slid her hands down my front.

Mentally, I cursed myself for not having a mirror on the wall above my desk. If I had, I could’ve watched how hot she looked. But no, I’d decide on artwork. What a fucking moron I was.

My cock twitched again when her fingers slid over my nipples and for a moment, she seemed distracted. As if she was momentarily more interested in feeling the muscles in my chest and stomach than continuing on with her mission. But then she pressed her hips against me, practically doubled over as her hands slid lower, and I knew she was back on track again.

But the trouble was, I didn’t know how far she wanted this track to take her.

“Hailey,” I said, reluctantly tugging one of her wandering hands away from my body. I pulled her around until she was facing me. “Hailey, what are you doing?”

“Trying to make you feel better.”

“You’re succeeding.” The fucking contest had been the farthest thing from my mind these past few minutes. “But you don’t have to do that.”

She frowned, her lips looking plump and puffy. I’d kissed those lips, back before the shit hit the fan. “What if I want to?” She slid her free hand down my other arm, positioning herself in front of me. She was so damn tempting, and so damn close.

I pushed backwards, the rolling wheels taking me a foot or two away. Not exactly a safe distance, but it gave me enough room to look up at her. “Honey, I’m honored. And flattered. And hard as a rock. But we’re friends.”

She nodded, stepping forward. Somehow, god helped me, she wedged her way between my knees, my legs involuntarily spread wide. Well, mostly involuntarily.

Holy.

Shit.

I tried again. “Friends try to cheer each other up by taking a depressed pal out to lunch. Or on a hike through the woods. But I’ve never had a friend present herself to me in a get up like that, like a present for me to unwrap.”

“Then maybe your other friends should step up their game.” She winked, and I almost laughed.

“Do you like the way I look?” she asked, changing tactics.

I’d have to have been dead for two fucking years to not like the way she looked. Her thighs were between mine, and her breasts were at eye level. Her nipples strained against the thin white fabric, and she obviously wasn’t wearing a bra. “Yes.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, staring down at me. “Then what’s the problem?”

Where to even begin?

But she didn’t give me a chance to respond. “When Bennett first showed me this outfit, I was horrified. I almost ran out of the building right then.”

“You probably should have.” My hands dangled uselessly by my sides, but it seemed the safest place for them.

“And then he kept leaving it out where he knew I’d see it, and I hated him for it.”

“He what?”

“And I hated the dress itself and all it represented. When I found it in my room, I wanted nothing more than to rip it to shreds and burn the remains, but I didn’t.”

“Why not?” It was hard to focus on her words when her lithe little body was so damn close.

“At first, I thought he might get mad. Might even press charges if I destroyed his property. But then… something changed.”

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