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“No?”

“No. The queen is.”

Chapter Ten

Dominic

My cock ached.

Dictionaries needed to be updated immediately because there was a new synonym for the word “schmuck,” and it was Dominic Deluca.

That was right, I was a schmuck because being her closet fuck buddy was proving to be more difficult as the days went on. More like as the number of times we fucked went up actually.

Arousal tightened in my groin, and I fisted my hand at my side for even thinking about doing what my body so clearly wanted—no, scratch that, needed—to do.

Don’t judge me, okay? I hadn’t been able to think about much other than Maria and her perfect, pillow-like lips and how they opened slightly, a quivering breath falling from her lips as she squeezed her eyes shut, her body tensing, and her coming. The way she’d let loose with me and allowed herself to just feel. Damn it. I didn’t think she knew how amazing that made me feel. Like a king. A king among men. And the king of her orgasms.

I should get out of this bed, take a cold shower, and stop harping on the fact that I’d finally—finally—succeeded in making her orgasm.

I should definitely stop replaying different times I’d fucked Maria and how everything had led us to this point, where she was pleasured.

The deal was friends with benefits.

Not friends with love. I couldn’t have it all, and that would be what that was.

Well, actually maybe I could have it all if I opened up my mouth and said something. And I would do that if I wanted to incinerate our friendship.

I rested back on the pillow and shook my head. Oh, screw it. I took my cock out of my boxers and dragged in a breath as I slowly stroked myself to the memory of Maria riding me and her eyes as they had grown wide as she had known that was the moment.

I continued stroking myself, a deep growl sounding in the back of my throat as my balls tightened, and pressure built up at the base of my spine. I let out a throaty groan as I roared through the onslaught of pleasure that hit me, and I whispered her name like it was a prayer falling from my lips.

Yeah, there was no doubt about it—I was completely and utterly screwed. I loved my best friend, and I had no clue how to tell her.

I had no clueifI should even tell her at all.

Why couldn’t the right time present itself so that I could stop with all of the back and forth of should I, shouldn’t I?

Things would’ve been a lot easier if I knew she felt the same way.

Maybe this weekend would clear things up for me since I would be going with her and her family to the Hamptons.

Chapter Eleven

Maria

“We call thebig room!” Allie shouted, her hand in the air as she pushed Bianca aside and ran toward the stairs.

Bianca shoved her. “That’s not fair,” she tried, getting ahead but not too far ahead before Allie shoved her back. “You can’t just call it. You have to get your luggage in there, that’s how you save it.”

I rubbed my temples as I stood behind Brady, who was holding a sleeping Gina against his chest, their luggage at his feet. “Every time we come here this happens,” I said, leaning over to him.

He shook his head. “Allegra is nothing if not passionate.”

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Perla asked, coming to stand next to me.

“Allie, look, Gina needs you,” Bianca tried, making Allie’s head snap toward Gina so she could get a head start.

Allie pulled at Bianca’s braid, causing her to shriek. “So not fair playing the baby card. You knew I’d look.”

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