Page 36 of Sweet Twins For My Brother's Best Friend

Chris’ expression morphs from curiosity into one that’s a mix of disbelief and hurt. "Not important?" he echoes, his voice tinged with anger. "Hannah, come on.”

I swallow hard, feeling the weight of his words pressing down on me. "I know," I admit quietly, avoiding his gaze. “I knew it was important. I was afraid of how important it might be. I was afraid that..."

"Afraid that what?" he interrupts, his tone softer now, but no less intense.

I take a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before meeting his eyes. Just a few days ago, I told him my biggest secret, something no one in my life knows…and then I told him another.

He was kind, and I walked out like he wasn’t. If I tell him this, I have to deal with the consequences. I have to sit and let him respond.

All of my skin feels electric. I’m terrified to speak. My mouth is dry, and my heart is the inside of a metal drum.

"Afraid that if you saw her, maybe you’d meet up, and maybe she’d tell you she wanted to give it another shot, and maybe…”

“Maybe what?”

“Maybe you would want to. Give it another shot, I mean. Maybe you’d choose her over me," I confess, the words tumbling out before I can stop them.

"She’s beautiful, and she’s older, and her brother isn’t your best friend,” I say pointedly, and Chris chuckles.

I continue, “And she's from your past. This, whatever this is, it just started. I still don’t even know what to call it. I didn't want to risk losing you to her."

Chris's expression softens at my words, and I can see the conflict raging behind his eyes.

"Hannah, you have nothing to worry about," he says gently, reaching out to cup my cheek. "I don’t know what to call this yet, either, but whatever it is, I want to keep doing it.”

His touch sends a shiver down my spine, and I lean into his hand, relishing the warmth of his touch.

I leave his lap briefly and get up to lock the office door.

I climb back onto Chris and lean down, kissing him deeply, feeling his erection against my thigh. His teeth catch my bottom lip and pull it out slowly before letting go. I moan at the sensation and palm his cheeks with my hands.

His hands knead into the meat of my waist as I press my tongue between his lips. He returns with his tongue against mine, our tongues competing and swirling around each other.

I sit up and wrap my legs around him, straddling him in the chair, my hands still on his face, my mouth pushed against his,my breathing heavy. My heart feels like it might beat out of my chest as his hands explore my body.

I lean away from him, holding myself up with my thighs, and pull my shirt off.

He helps me and throws it to the ground. He sighs longingly at the sight of my breasts in a brown, silk bra, and runs his hands down over my ribs, down across my lower back, igniting a trail of fire where his skin touches mine.

I feel a wet patch grow in my panties as he does, and I arch my back to moan at the ceiling, covering my face in embarrassment.

His hands shoot out to pull mine away from my eyes.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire. “I love that every little thing I do turns you on.”

His smirk is deep, and he knows he’s mocking me. When I hug him to avoid looking at him, he repositions my hips so that his bulge is against the crotch of my jeans.

“Can’t you feel that every little thing you do turns me on, too?” he whispers in my ear, and I feel the walls of my vagina lurch and clench at his breath on my skin and his cock against me.

His hands still on my hips, he moves my hips against him, pulling me in a circle against his bulge, grinding me against it, his breathing ragged in my ear. With one hand, he grips my hairat the roots and pulls my head to the side so he can suck on my neck. His hand travels over to the strap of my bra and moves it aside so he can continue to kiss and suck on my shoulder, on my throat, on my ear.

“Do you want to be a virgin, or do you want me?” he asks me.

“I want…I want you,” I tell him, and I know it’s the truth. I’ve wanted him since the day he walked into my business and I ran off to fantasize about him and touch myself alone in my bed. He’s been special to me from the moment I laid eyes on him.

“You do?”

“Mhm,” I say quietly, burying my face in his neck.

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