Page 34 of Frenemies

Goddamn.

I don’t know who was standing next to the bench with her hip cocked, but it sure as shit wasn’t the Naomi I knew. My jaw dropped as my gaze trickled over her.

For once, she wasn’t done up like a supermodel. In fact, she looked a little frazzled with her hair in a ponytail and wearing a dark pair of jeans. I couldn’t stop staring at her or at how that ass looked in those pants.

My dick twitched when Naomi’s lip curled up in her trademark scowl. “What are you staring at?”

A fucking goddess.

“What’s wrong, Princess? You run out of shoes in your closet?”

If this was what she looked like without all that crap, then I’d happily burn down her closet.

“Don’t even get me started.” she waved her hand at me and began digging through a bag she had set on the bench. “You wouldn’t believe the morning I had. First, I woke up to no hot water, then Ava…”

I tipped my head and watched her ass sway. “Uh-huh.”

“And of course Bailey was useless…”

Who the fuck was Bailey? Naomi’s arm twirled through the air, causing her breasts to bounce.

Who the fuck cared who Bailey was?

Naomi snapped her fingers. “Are you listening to me?”

Not in the fucking slightest.

Pretty sure she was tearing me a new one now, didn’t really give a shit. Didn’t care about her day either. The only thing I could think about was bending her over that bench. Was she wet? I bet she was soaking through her panties. That hot cunt of hers had gone for far too long without my attention.

Before I could finish my next thought, I was across the room, pressing up against her back to sandwich her between me and the wall.

“Get away from me,” Naomi shrieked, “You’re wet, and this is an angora shirt.”

Angora and his shirt could fuck right off.

“You’re the one that interrupted me,” I growled in her ear and shoved my hand down the front of her pants. “I think it’s only fair that you finish what I started.”

“I am not jerking you off.”

My tongue laved up the side of her neck, drawing a deep guttural groan from my lips. “Who said anything about jerking off?”

The second her glare rolled my way, my breath hitched. I forgot how intoxicating the sparkle in those green orbs was. The glint that said, ‘I want to hate fuck the shit out of you,’ was so euphoric that I couldn’t help but press my cock against her ass.

“We are not doing this.”

Yes, we fucking were. It was cute how insistent she was, though. I nuzzled into her neck, soaking up that sweet scent I missed so much, and flicked open the top button of her jeans.

I couldn’t tear my eyes off the way her lips parted when she breathed out, “Chase.”

That’s it, baby, say my name.

I shoved my hand down her pants and slid a finger through her folds. Fuck yeah, she was wet. Her sweet honey coated my skin, making me want more than I should. But it was too late to stop now. I wanted… no needed to see her come apart.

I pressed in on her and growled, “Tell me you missed me.”

“Fuck you,” she growled back while arching into me.

“Maybe.” My tongue reached out, pulling her earlobe between my teeth as I purred, “If you ask nicely.”

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