Page 110 of Friend Me

“I’m willing to give it a try.” He whispered it in my ear, raising the hairs on the back of my neck.

With trembling fingers, I slipped loose his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He sucked in a noisy breath when I pressed my cold fingers against his warm chest. “Fuck, you are cold.”

“You really have to start believing what I say if we’re going to make this work.” I slipped my icy hands around to his back, making him shiver.

“Skin-to-skin contact, huh?” His smirk was my only warning before he lifted me off the bench and into his lap. My knees bracketed his hips, and he tugged the blanket to cover us both.

Sitting on his thighs, I touched my lips to his. It should’ve been weird, kissing my friend, who’d laughed with me, who’d wiped my tears, who’d come to see me every day at my desk to talk about nothing. Or maybe that wasn’t weird at all, to be in love with my friend. To have all that, plus kissing, too.

My zipper scritched down my back, and Tyler’s nimble fingers followed. My dress sagged down my shoulders, and Tyler kissed down my jaw to my neck before he ducked his head under the blanket. “There she is.” His hot breath cascaded over the tops of my breasts. A tingle shot down between my legs.

“What?”

“Your pink bra. I worried when I saw you in this black dress. It didn’t seem like you.”

It’d be too cheesy to tell him I didn’t feel like wearing bright colors when he wasn’t around. “It’s a-a formal event.” Words became difficult as he nibbled along the edge of the rose-pink lace.

“You’re beautiful in whatever you wear. But I can’t wait to get this dress off you.”

“It’s mostly off now.” Pushing my chest at his face, I rubbed my aching core against the front of his pants and felt an answering stiffening. I dropped my hands to his belt and fumbled for the buckle.

He stilled and put a hand over mine. “Not here, Princess. Someone might come up.”

I bent to whisper in his ear, “I promise I’ll be quiet.” I squirmed against the bulge in his pants.

“I don’t want you to be quiet. I want you to scream out my name when I’m inside you.”

Remembering what I’d seen under the sheet the morning after I’d slept beside him, I nipped his earlobe. “Yes, please.” The Tyler in my bedside drawer wouldn’t hold a candle to the real thing.

His voice was strained when he said, “And that’s why we can’t do it here.”

“No?” I nibbled down his neck to his collarbone, which I licked down to the hollow at the base of his throat.

He swallowed. “No.” But he didn’t stop me from grinding against him. I hadn’t tried to get off fully clothed since high school. But it seemed to be working. The friction between his slacks and my panties made me gasp.

When I moaned his name in his ear, he lifted his hips and ground back. His fingers dug into my ass while I gripped his too-short hair. His breath was hot in my ear. “Almost there?”

I let out a frustrated grunt. The angle was wrong. “I need—”

“Tell me what you need, Princess.”

“Your fingers.”

He exhaled like he’d just run up a flight of stairs. “On your clit or inside?”

“My clit.”

He shifted one of his hands from my hip along the leg opening of my panties. His thumb delved inside and swept up to right where I needed him. I gasped. “That’s it.”

It didn’t take much. One, two, three vibrating passes with the pad of his thumb, and I clamped my open mouth on his neck to muffle my cry. His thumb stilled as I pulsed inside, and he lifted his other hand from my hip to my back, pressing me against his chest. He made soothing sounds and rubbed my back until I slumped against him, shuddering.

“Warm enough?” He kissed my temple.

“Yeah.” My muscles were loose and languid, like I’d just had a massage. “Did you…?”

“Oh, ah, not yet.”

“Give me another minute, and I’ll—”

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