Page 44 of The Worst Guy Ever
“Kara gave me the room,” she says, picking up her phone from the bedside table. “I’m swiping for a hookup. You should probably leave. Or stay and watch. You might learn a thing or two.”
I round the bed fast and snatch the phone from her hand. “You hate me so much you’d let me watch another man fuck you?”
“I’m not opposed to a bit of exhibitionism,” she shrugs, her face tilted up to mine, goading me. I can’t tell if the tightness in my chest is because I would love it or hate it, but as much as I love fighting with her, she’s clearly not in a good headspace right now.
“You should leave.” I take two steps back, pointing to the door. “Luke gavemethe room. I’m planning on starfishing in that bed and draining the mini bar on his account.”
“Well, that is unfortunate, because I’m the one who’ll be having the best sleep of my life tonight.” She stands with her hands on her hips, which has the unfortunate yet incredible effect of pushing her robe wider. Somehow, her tits look even more delicious than they did this morning. I can’t look away, and she doesn’t ask me to.
“Can you at least put some clothes on while we have this conversation?”
“No. I don’t think so. If it makes you awkward, then… what’s that saying? If you can’t beat them, join them?” She closes the gap between us, reaches for my belt and starts unbuckling it. I grip her shoulders and push her away.
“Stop it.”
“Why?”
“It’s not a good idea for me to be naked around you right now.”
“Oh please,” she scoffs. “You feeling shy?”
“No, because…”
“Because you’ll never be able to resist all this?” She jiggles,literally jigglesher boobs at me and saunters away. My hands ball into fists at my sides.
Deep breath, Rob, deep breath.“Anyway, I’ve already come in that bed, so it’s mine.”
“What the fuck?You only left ten minutes before me.”
“What can I say? I’m great in bed.”
At the edge of the mattress, she flops back onto the covers, stretching her arms above her head. With the length of her body exposed, I want to lick that beautiful dip in her stomach. My head and my dick are at war now, but my mind has the edge.
“Fine. I’ll go. This is ridiculous.”
“Is it because I’m too slutty for you, Rob?” she calls after me. “I’m sure you wouldn’t dream of sullying yourself with someone like me. Hattie the slut.”
“You have no idea what I dream of,” I say, turning back to face her.
“Is it this?” She parts her legs and my knees go weak. She looks so goddamn gorgeous, I want to worship her for hours. “I’m sick of playing your games. I need you out of my head. Just fuck me already.”
That right there is the hottest thing she’s ever said to me, and yet, I’m frozen to the spot.
“Well? Are you going to stand there all night?”
“I… I can’t.” I’m not lying. I genuinely can’t seem to move. Can’t breathe. Can’t do anything except stare at her perfect body spread open for me. After everything she’s done to tease me since we met, I can’t believe this is actually happening. I must be hallucinating.
“Why not?”
“I’m—”Earth to Rob, engage brain, move your ass, fuck the woman already. “I… I think I’m nervous.”
“Nervous?” she half shrieks.
“You’re intimidating. I haven’t had time to prepare myself mentally.”
She props herself up on her elbows and glares at me. “Rob Dickhead Morgan. You’re not getting this chance again. Get your head in the game and fuck me, you prick.”
Why are her insults always the thing that tip me over the edge? I drop to my knees in front of her like a man possessed. Bewitched. Enchanted by the feast laid out before me. My mouth hangs open, I can’t think straight. I look up at her, and she waves her hand back and forth, telling me to get on with it.
