Page 25 of Suck My Puck

I burst out laughing, feeling a bit more relaxed. “Yeah. It was.”

The air between us is thick as we stand there and stare at each other.

I should walk away. I should write this off as a one-time thing, a mistake, something we’ll never, ever doagain.

But I don’t. Because I’m still so turned on. The only thing my brain can focus on, the only thing my body wants, is more of Braden’s mouth.

Boldness flashes through me. I can’t believe what I’m about to say. It’s so not me to be so attracted to someone I don’t like.

But I don’t care. I’ve spent the last few months working myself to the bone, feeling like garbage after being cheated on and betrayed by my ex. Right now, I just want to feel good.

“Let’s finish this at my place.” My heart is pounding the second those words fall out of my mouth as I wait for him to say something.

I have no idea if Braden is even on the same page as me. Maybe he already regrets kissing me. Maybe he’s about to shoot me down.

My stomach churns just thinking about it.

But then I noticed the look in his eyes. Fiery and focused and hungry.

The corner of his mouth hooks up in the sexiest half-smile.

He grabs my hand. “Let’s go.”

I unlock the door to my apartment and walk in. Braden walks in behind me and gently closes the door.

I spin around and look at him while he toes off his shoes.

“This is a one-time thing,” I tell him.

“Okay.” He doesn’t even blink, clearly unfazed by what I’ve said.

“We do this once, just to get it out of our systems,” I say, holding his gaze.

That wild look from earlier flashes in his eyes. The corner of his mouth twitches like he’s fighting a smile.

“Okay,” he repeats in that same totally calm tone.

“I’m serious, Braden.”

He lets a half smile break free, almost like he’s amused. “I know.” He steps forward, closing the space between us. He runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “Bedroom?”

I stare at him, stunned at how fine he is with me calling the shots.

I shake my head. “We’re not fucking.”

Nerves crackle in my tummy. Will he get mad that I’ve drawn that boundary? Did he assume we’d be having sex?

A second later, an amused look flashes in his eyes. He brushes a lock of my hair out of my face.

“I’m good to do whatever you want,” he rasps.

My clit jumps at the roughness of his voice.

I blink up at him. “You’re really okay with doing what I want?”

He nods. Gently, he runs his thumb along the hinge of my jaw. Goosebumps scatter across my skin. A cocky half-smile pulls at his lips.

“What’s that look for?” I ask.

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