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“I can drop you off later. It’s not a problem.”

“No, Flex, I need to go. Now. My clothes are still upstairs. Shit.” She paces the room like a caged animal. “I need to go get them.” She pads over to the door, but I’m hot on her heels.

“Calm down.” I grab her wrists and pin her against the wall. “I already got them for you, Celest. They’re on the dresser.”

She takes a deep, shaky breath. I’m so fucking hard I want totake her right now and show her what being my ‘friend’ is going to be like.

“Why so flustered?”

“I was supposed to be out of here an hour ago.”

“You fell asleep. I didn’t want to wake you. Do you have a husband waiting at home?”

“No. I just need to go. I’m sorry.” I release her, and she quickly shrugs into her clothes before scrambling to the door.

“How are you getting home? It’s late.” She stops dead in her tracks, a surprised look on her face.

“The same way I always do.”

I might not be her Dom per se, but I won’t suffer bratty behavior in my room. I stalk toward her, caging her against the door. “When I ask you a fucking question, I expect an answer. I have no problem delaying your exit this evening, Celest.”

“I apologize, but you need to let me go. Now.”

I lean down, my lips grazing her ear. “Then tell me what I want to know. Answer the fucking question.”

“The subway. I live in the Bronx.”

“I’m taking you home.” It’s a statement, not a request.

Chapter 8

CELEST

“No, you’re not.” I attempt to slip under his arm, but it’s pointless. I won’t be able to open the door unless he steps out of the way. I push my hands against his chest—a solid wall of muscle. He doesn’t budge.

“You’re feisty, little pet.”

I don’t have time for this. “I’m serious, Flex. Get out of my way. I have to go.”

“Watch your tone.”

“No.” It’s out before I think better of it.

He grabs my wrists and pins me against the door once more. “You’ll pay for that, pet.”

The scent of his cologne is intoxicating, and under any other circumstances, I’d drop to my knees and beg to suck his cock, but I was supposed to leave an hour ago. My mom will be going out of her mind with worry. “We’re friends, Flex. Move aside. I have to go get my purse from Genevieve’s private room.” I don’t tell him that I have to get my phone so I can call my mom. He wouldn’t understand my reasons for being so worked up over this.

“What’s going on with you? If we’re friends, then you can tell me.”

I haven’t even told my best friend everything about my life.

“This was a bad idea. Friends with benefits won’t fit with our lifestyle. I’m sorry I wasted your time.”

The deep furrow of his brow mars his otherwise perfect features, but he releases my wrists. I wait for him to step away, but instead, he slips his hands into my hair, his lips crashing down on mine in a scorching kiss. He doesn’t say anything further, and when he pulls back, leaving me panting, my legs turn to jelly. It takes every ounce of self-restraint I have to stay standing and get my breathing under control.

“You’re right. It’s a terrible idea.” The mischief dancing in his eyes only makes them sparkle with dark desire. He knowsexactlywhat he’s doing. I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how his kiss affects me.

When he moves out of my way, I cast my gaze to the floor, knowing I can’t give in to my libido. If that’s how he kisses, I can only imagine how well he fucks.

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