Page 3 of Secret Twins for My Ex's SEAL Best Friend

“What am I doing? What are you doing, Delia?”

I blinked, caught off guard. “I…I’m just trying to get through lunch.”

“With Jeremy hanging all over you?” he snapped, his voice low and rough. “Is that what you want?”

“What are you talking about?” I hissed, crossing my arms. “Jeremy’s just being friendly. You’re the one who’s laying it on thick. Too thick, I might add, for someone who hasn’t called me.”

Robert took a step closer, his gaze locking onto mine. “He’s not just being friendly. And you know it.”

“Why do you care?” I shot back, my frustration boiling over. “You’re the one who kicked me out after…well, you know what.”

His jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he wasn’t going to answer. But then he said, “I just don’t like the way he looks at you.”

“What way is that?” I demanded, meeting his eyes.

They lit up as if he were excited to answer. “Like he wants to touch you the way I want to touch you,” he said, pushing me up against the door. It started to push open, creaking as my back pressed against it.

My breath caught in my chest as he got closer, pushing me deeper inside the restroom. “And how do you want to touch me?” I whispered, my face close to his.

I saw his eyes flicker down to look at my lips, and I unconsciously licked them as though my body was already prepared for what I knew was coming.

“Like this,” he said, his fingers swiping my hair off my neck. He craned his neck as his mouth approached the dip in my clavicle, and I felt the soft press of his kiss on my skin.

I shivered, and he murmured, “And like this,” and his fingers dragged at the straps on my dress, pulling them down to reveal my shoulders.

I sucked in a deep breath, unable to keep from responding to his touch.

“Do you know how obnoxious you were being?” I asked him, my voice sultry with desire even as I tried to sharpen it.

Robert smirked at me as his hand trailed down my curves to my thigh, stopping to just trace the hem of my dress. “Don’t act like you don’t love driving me crazy.”

Before I could answer, his hand was crawling up my dress, his fingers dragging along my inner thigh, fully immersing me in the feeling.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, and he took my arm and shoved me hard against the door.

Robert’s hand was beside me, and my eyes were drawn in to watch as he locked the door. His other hand was pulling my dress up haphazardly.

A breeze from the vents blew against my skin, now bare and vulnerable, and he ran his fingers along the wet spot growing between my legs, dampening my underwear. “Hm? Why can’t you tell me how you feel?”

“Because I don’t know how I feel,” I whispered hoarsely, before clearing my throat. “You confuse me. You push and then pull. I don’t know what you want. Maybe you only want me so someone else can’t have me.”

Robert bucked his hips against me, letting me feel his bulge through his pants against my trembling pussy. I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud.

Then, a knock at the door interrupted us, but Robert didn’t move from where he was. Jeremy called out, “Robert? Delia?” and my walls started to pulse.

This was so wrong and so dangerous. He could figure it out. We needed to be careful.

Robert called out, “Delia said she had to step out to take a phone call! I’ll be right out.”

His mouth trailed kisses along my neck, stopping at my ear. His breath against my ear only added to the tension in my body as he whispered, “Maybe if you would be a good girl and stop entertaining your ex, you would know what I wanted.”

I felt the absence of his weight like a severed limb as he backed away from me.

I stood still for a moment, pressed against the door.

He slapped my ass before unlocking the door and walking out, leaving me to catch my breath and wonder how I was going to pull off pretending I was coming back inside.

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