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Because you’re so fucking hot and being vulnerable, being real. That’s the biggest turn-on of all.

My God, I want her.

My cock throbs, precum dotting the head. Heat radiates from my body. But as I look at Sara and see the little sexy smirk on her lips, I’m reminded of her declaration that she only wants sex.

And that’s fine. Except we’ll wake up in the morning, and we’ll just be fuck buddies. She’ll place me in a category with her fuckhead ex-boss.

And I’m not that guy.

My stomach tightens as I look at her pretty face.

I like her. I like the frustrating pain-in-my-ass.

“You know what the problem is?” I ask.

“What’s that?”

I lower my face to hers, every cell in my body screaming for attention.

She hiccups a breath, her eyes wild, and watches me get closer.

Kiss her.

Don’t kiss her.

Go for it.

Be smart, asshole. For once in your freaking life, be smart, Banks.

I pause inches away and give myself one last chance to change my mind.

“What’s the problem?” she whispers, her breath hot on my skin.

I smile. “I’m not your type.”

“What?”

“I’m not an asshole, Sara. And that’s a problem.”

She exhales harshly as I pull away and head for my room.I must put some distance between us before I regret it.

“What the fuck was that?” she shouts.

“It’s called self-restraint, and I hate it.”I slam the bedroom door.

She slams the bathroom door.

Wonder-fucking-ful.

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Sara

I dance around the kitchen, surprisingly upbeat for nine in the morning.And after getting turned down by Banks.

“I’m not your type.”

What the hell did that mean?

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