Page 47 of Frenemies

I looked down at her twisted look of pleasure. She shouldn’t be enjoying this. She needed to hate me. I needed her to hate me.

I pushed my cock deep inside her and held still while grazing my thumb over her asshole. Before I did what needed to be done, I wanted to memorize the way she felt. How each time she breathed, her pussy fluttered around my length.

The way her hips wiggled, begging me to do more. To give her what she needed. I’d give her what she needed, alright. Just not in the way she thought.

My dick cried when I pulled out of her, then jumped when I lined up with her back hole.

“Chase,” she lifted her head, swinging those green eyes my way. “What are you doing?”

Swallowing down the heavy guilt rising in my chest, I pushed her face back into the desk.

“Shut up,” I growled and began to push inside her tight hole.

Naomi winced and kicked back, but I kept going, inching my length inside her.

The only lube she got was from her juices coating my cock and the spit I dropped down on her. She tried to wriggle away and reached back to claw my abdomen.

That alone should’ve been enough to kill my hard-on, but not when her muscles were stretching around me. When my pelvis finally met her ass, I couldn’t help but release a grunt of pleasure.

Then, I fucked her. Hard and rough. As brutal as I could make it without actually hurting her. But the universe wasn’t working with me. Despite how I was treating her, Naomi came. Her muscles clamped down around me as she screamed my name.

Hearing her pleasure ripped the orgasm out of me. My load rocketed up my dick and into her, with so much force it stole my breath.

As my vision blurred, my head pressed against her back. Her quickened pants rushed through my ears, pulling back from my cloud of ecstasy.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the satisfied smile on her perfectly painted lips. It killed me to see her like this. Happy and glowing as if I was the perfect man.

The only thing I was, was a death sentence.

Instead of peppering kissing across her face, I grazed my mouth over her ear and hissed. “Thanks for the welcome home. Now, get the fuck out.”

Iwas gonna kick Chase Mathers’ ass as soon as mine stopped burning. Prick. Thinking he could just go in whatever hole he wanted and dismiss me like I was nothing. Just wait until I got my hands on him. There was a decent-sized purple dildo in my closet calling his name.

I don’t care how broken he was or if he was trying to push me away. He just earned himself a grade-A clinger. I was gonna be so far up in his shit he wouldn’t be able to breathe without tasting me.

When he walked around a corner, I’d be there, and when he tried to run away, I’d be there too. Oh, and when he decided to activate asshole mold. . . .

Bam.

That’s right. Naomi, in his face slapping the shit out of him.

In the meantime, I was going to thoroughly enjoy this manicure.

“Oh, god,” Bailey giggled. “Do you have to do that?”

Or I was going to try and enjoy this manicure.

“Stop complaining,” I sighed and laid my head back on the chair.

“But they’re touching my feet.”

Not this again.

“Of course, they’re touching your feet. You look like you just came back from a month-long trek in the jungle barefoot.”

Dealing with my Mayberry roommate was going to more than earn these girls their very generous tip.

“I want neon orange,” Ava called out from the other side of the salon. “And green with little blue kumquats.”

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