Page 4 of Face Me Off

“Come again?” He seems genuinely confused.

“You know. This…” I swat my hand forward, intending to make a gesture, and accidentally whack his junk.

Okay. Not good.

But damn, are the rumors true? Because what did I just feel?

“Did you just … touch my dick?”

I stand up and shift to the right to create space. “Oh, don’t act like you weren’t flaunting it around. You were standing right in front of me like that.”

“Like you didn’t bend over to show me your sexy ass when you plugged in the charger?” He erases the distance I created. “Get the fuck out of here. Stop being a hypocrite.”

“Make me.” My hands ball into fists by my side, and whether intentional or not, I puff my chest out, my breasts accidentally brushing against his torso. Those steely gray eyes bore into mine, but I won’t back down.

“Look, I don’t understand when you became such a bitch. We used to be friends, remember?”

I huff. “Maybe you got so full of yourself that you moved into a whole different world. And, so you know, spreading rumors that you have a big dick won’t help you with me. Stop checking me out when I’m just trying to be nice.”

“Where did you hear that?” He cocks his head a little, lips twitching.

My face turns beet red. “Oh. I, uh…”

As if this moment couldn’t get any more awkward, he presses his hips into me, moves me into the wall, and lays the hottest kiss I’ve ever had on my lips.

Fuck, this is hot.

His hand slides up my thigh to my ass, and he squeezes. God, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want this. His strong hands on my body, his lips pressing hard against mine … it’s a scenario I’ve dreamed about for years. I’m playing a dangerous game, and pushing it further might create a disaster.

But I can feel the wetness seeping into my bikini bottoms, a clear indication my body is at war with my mind.

My hands rake up his chest. I go to push him away but clench his shirt and pull him to me instead. Because once … just once … I don’t want to be a good girl. Or at least the girl who always does the right thing. I want to do something for myself. I want to let go and follow my inhibitions.

All too soon, he pulls back but doesn’t let go of his hold. He guides me to the bed and has me sit before him.

Eyes on me, he undoes his belt. Then he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, so he’s only got his briefs on.

Holy hell, that’s a bulge.

He slips off his briefs and…

“Oh, good God,” slips from my lips. I’ve never been wet just at the sight of a man’s cock before. But I didn’t know they came supersized. It must be at least eight inches long. He’s … gorgeous. Veiny. Thick. And I definitely shouldn’t be moving this quickly.

I never do.

But I did make a vow to myself thirty minutes ago.

“Think before you open your mouth next time,” he smirks. “Now I’m going to make you beg for it.”

CHAPTER TWO

MADISON

Summer Break

“Now I’m goingto make you beg for it.”

I stare into those piercing gray eyes, like steel and fire, full of intense desire and challenge. His jaw clenches while a smirk plays on his lips. Hunger builds inside me, threatening to consume all rational thought.

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