Page 82 of Never Kiss and Tell

“First,” she says, pacing across the room, “and most important. I don’t want anyone to know. I would prefer if this was between us.”

My dirty little fucking secret . . . I like the thought of keeping her to myself.

“Okay.”

She nods. “Second, I don’t want to have to worry about you sleeping with other people. If you want to do that, then there’s no point to us being E. W. B’s.”

How she thinks I can even think about someone else after I practically fucked her into the mattress last night is beyond me.

“Done.”

Her eyes snap to mine. “That was easier than I thought it was going to be,” she mumbles.

“Anything else?”

“No kissing.”

A sardonic breath escapes me. Bailey notices the expression on my face because she stops, her cheeks red.

“No.” I shake my head.

“Kissing brewsfeelings,” she explains. “I don’t want to complicate things further than they already are. We probably shouldn’t have sleepovers, either.” Like we’re fucking schoolgirls.

Possessive thoughts storm in my head. I want all of her, completely open for my taking. Giving up her mouth would be like giving up food. I’ve never been big on kissing, preferring to fuck. Bailey, though . . . I fucking crave the feel of her lips, the warm silkiness of her tongue gliding over mine — the little moans she makes when she digs her fingers through my hair.

“I’m not budging on this, Charlie. Either you’ll agree to my demands or we have no deal.”

I run my tongue over my teeth, weighing my options. I could either have this piece of her or nothing at all.

“Deal.”

“Deal,” she repeats, her eyes wary. “Where do we start?”

I check my watch. I only have fifteen minutes until work, but I don’t think I could make it through the day without making sure she’s okay.

“Come here.”

Cautiously, she pads across the floor, and I pull her to standbetween my legs. She places her hands on my shoulders as my hand trails up the back of her thighs to cup her bare ass under the towel. A rough noise leaves me, feeling her soft skin and taking in the way her breath hitches when I slide my thumb over her folds.

“Don’t you have to be at work, like, now?” she asks, her voice higher than usual.

I grip the edges of the towel and tug, letting it fall around her feet. My heart rate speeds up and heat runs to my groin. My cock grows painfully hard against my jeans.

“Are you complaining?” I ask, licking a trail from her navel up to her tight, pink nipple. She lets out a moan, her head falling back and her hands sliding up into my hair. I take the hardened peak into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip before gently nipping it. If she’s not going to let me kiss her, I’ll just have to find other uses for my mouth.

Bailey’s eyes darken and she jerks. Dark amusement plays inside me. Of course, she would like the small bite of pain I’d mixed with her pleasure.

“Aren’t you going to get in trouble?” she asks, her breath hitching when I moved to the other nipple.

Her eyes fall half-lidded and hazy when I grip both her breasts in my hands and roll them. “Fuck, these are perfect.”

“Charlie,” she scolds, her voice breathy.

“I own half the company.”

Her eyes narrow. “I didn’t know that.”

Of course, she didn’t. No one else does, either. When Mom passed, I used my half of her life insurance to buy half the restaurant from Dad, who was struggling at the time from thegambling debt he’d accrued.

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