Page 81 of Never Kiss and Tell

“Night,” I murmur, shutting my eyes, completely and utterly spent.

He uses his arm to tilt my face to his, over my shoulder and presses a single, gentle kiss to my lips. “Night, princess.”

Tomorrow, we can go back to hating each other, but tonight, it was nice to forget for a little while.

Charlie

I wake with a stir, blinking my eyes against the bright light filtering through the windows behind me. I’m not alone . . .

My eyes ghost over the bed, taking in the soft form nestled into my side. Bailey. Her hair lays across the pillow in a wild array of soft blonde waves, her face gentle as she sleeps. I listen to the sound of her breathing, my hand tracing over the dip in her side, before lightly kneading her hip.

I made a big fucking mistake last night.

I hadn’t intended to fuck her. I wanted to rid myself of any thought of her, but the moment she came at me, wild and unruly, I had to have her. The thought of her consumed me constantly, threatening to drag me under. I can’t stand her, but I can’t stand anyone else’s hands on her, either.

I sit up on the side of the bed, checking the clock beside me. Half past ten in the morning. It’s rare that I get more than a couple hours of sleep. I’ve trained my body not to need it. I’m not sure whether to be relieved or disturbed over how well I slept, holding Bailey.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror when I slip into the bathroom to shower. Pink scratches mar the skin of my back and my cock hardens, rememberingBailey’s legs wrapped around me the night before.

Last night was supposed to quell my need for her, but it only added fuel to the fire. I want her again. I want to taste her, hear the little noises she makes as I’m fucking her. I want to watch her come undone for me again.

A burn slides up my spine and I shake the thoughts away, resting my palm flat on the shower wall. I hear the bedroom door creak open and I still, listening. It’s not until the shower comes on in the house next to me that I know Bailey’s tried to sneak out.

I shut my own shower off and get dressed. If she thinks she’s getting away from me that easily, she’d better think again.

I’m sitting on her bed when I hear the water cut off. Moments later, she opens the door, jumping with a squeak when she sees me.

“I have a deal to make with you.” This is the moment where I could scare her off. It would make my life easier, knowing she doesn’t want anything to do with me, but there’s a voice in the back of my head telling me it wouldn’t be enough to quell my need for her.

She stops, holding her towel tight around her body. My mouth waters, knowing it’s the only thing hiding her from me. My eyes catch on a water drop as it courses from her neck down between her breasts.

“A deal?” she asks, shifting from foot to foot, unsure.

“I want to fuck you. I know you want to fuck me.”

A flush warms her cheeks and my cock stirs.

“Can’t accuse you of beating around the bush,” she mumbles. “But we can’t get along unless some part of you is rubbing upagainst some part of mine.”

She’s not entirely wrong, but something about that statement pisses me off. “This isn’t a relationship. Just temporary.”

Her eyes dart to mine, narrowing. “Like enemies with benefits?”

I wouldn’t have put it that way. “Yes.”

Guilt washes over her. “What about Andi?”

“What about her?”

“She’s my best friend. She’s going to know I’m sleeping with someone.”

“I’m not going to fuck you in front of her,” I grit, agitation coiling through me.

Bailey pauses, her eyes searching my face. She bites her bottom lip and I watch the movement carefully.

“I have some rules,” she says, finally. Crossing her arms over her chest.

I grit my teeth. “Okay.”

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