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Trip

The fog of sleep was lifting, and Trip cursed himself when he felt hair tickle his chest and a warm weight attached to it.

Trip made it a point to never let the horizontal dance partner sleep over. He’d fucked up a few times because he’d been too stoned or drunk to kick them out, but lucky for him, club girls and strippers understood the deal no matter what time they’d left.

This one felt good, right in his arms. Since he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he let his hand roam. Up and down her back, cupping her generous ass… that was covered. What the fuck?

Why would she be dressed? He must’ve had more to drink than… His brain sputtered into awareness, firing off memories from last night. No fucking way.

Trip didn’t open his eyes for fear he was dreaming but nuzzled the head that was on his chest. Ummm, citrus. Jess was snuggled up on him tightly. Her leg thrown across his growing cock. Her—sadly covered—breasts pressed into his side.

It felt indescribable to have her in his arms. He shifted just a hair to relieve some pressure, but her leg followed, stroking his cock as if she were trying to drive him crazy.

“Babe, I’m going to need you to stop that or you’re going to get fucked.”

Her sleepy response was a humming sound and her hand rubbed across his body, back and forth, up and down. Trip groaned. His hand found its way inside the bottoms she wore and encountered an ass he wanted to sink his teeth into.

“No underwear?” Jess didn’t answer, only shoved that juicy peach harder against his hand. She was killing him. Giving one globe a not so gentle squeeze, he let his fingers dip lower. Fuck, she’s wet. He froze, he needed verification beyond a shadow of a doubt she was awake and consenting. He’d made a promise, one he intended to keep. She would beg, nothing less would do.

He squeezed her ass again. This time, he used a bruising grip. She was definitely awake. The breaths blowing across his chest and pebbling his skin increased. The room was dim with just the light coming in through the blinds illuminating it, but there was no missing her bratty smirk.

If they were still together, Trip would take that for the consent it used to be. But they weren’t, so it wasn’t.

“Sweetheart, I know you want it, and I can give it to you. All you have to do is ask.” Trip wanted to brush the lock of hair from her face for a better view of her need, but when he tried to move his arm, a wave of searing pain hit him.

Gritting his teeth against the fire, Jess lifted her head to look at him with concern. She even brushed that lock away like he’d wanted to. She was stunning. Trip remembered that sleepy face as one of the most beautiful sights in the world.

Using his good arm, he cupped her neck and brought her closer. Morning breath be damned. He took her lips with a punishing kiss ten years in the making.

As much as he’d fucked and flirted, he never kissed another woman the way he’d last kissed Jess. Time not only stood still, it spun in reverse so fast he got dizzy.

Trip ended the kiss but kept their lips together. “Jess? Wakey, wakey, touch my snaky?” She answered with a groan. Not the sexy I want to touch it kind, but the I just heard a bad joke kind.

Her thigh rubbed against his now full chub and her hand roamed his chest. As amazing as that felt, it wasn’t begging. Trip wanted to spend the next day balls deep and fucking her out of his heart, but he wouldn’t do another damn thing until she begged.

The hand that had held her lips to his now pulled her away slightly. Sliding around to the front, Trip lifted her jaw, demanding her full fucking attention. The sleep bled from her eyes, replaced by lust so hot, it damn near burned his soul.

Still not begging.

“Beg.”

“What?” she choked out.

“Beg for it and it’s yours. All yours. I’ll fuck you in ways you’ve never even imagined. You just gotta say please.”

Please say it, dear God, please say it.

The haze of lust disappeared from her eyes and the fog of sleep was long gone. Jess wrenched herself backward, dislodging his hand. Standing, she gave him the death glare. “Never.”

Trip watched as she took a deep breath and the emotions played across her face. In the past, Jess was a shoot first and ask questions later kind of gal, but now she seemed to be in total control. It was kind of hot, except for the fact she was saying no.

“Now that that’s established, I’m going to clean up and then I’ll make breakfast while you ice your shoulder. After that we can hang on opposite ends of the house until one of us gets hungry again. Wash, rinse, repeat until Meri arrives. We will need to learn a little about each other’s lives, so Meri buys this whole thing. Since spending time with me when I’m dressed seems like a sentence worse than death to you, I’ll make a list of questions for us to answer and then we can study those.”

She nodded like she was so proud of herself for finding a way to stay away from him and turned for the bathroom. Fuck that. Trip needed her to want him in order to repair his wounded pride. But he also wanted her to want him for his wounded soul.

“Can’t write, sweetheart,” he shouted after her. “Left-handed, remember. So, we’ll just have to play twenty questions the old-fashioned way.”

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