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“Would that work for you? That’s what you said you were looking for in the very beginning right? Just a fling?”
“It would, yes,” she says. “But…”
“But?” I prompt.
She sighs. “I know this sounds crazy, and it’s not really synonymous with the definition of a fling, but… I kind of sort of don’t want you flinging with anyone else.”
“That won’t be a problem for me.”
“You sure?”
“Never been surer.”
“Surer isn’t a word.” She smirks.
“It is now.”
She laughs.
“Good,” I say. “It’s settled then.”
We shake hands like we’ve signed a business arrangement instead of agreed on a super tenuous understanding of the future of our relationship.
But things are moving in a hopeful direction.
And I am here for it.
I lean over the bar to whisper in her ear.
“Get ready, woman. Because I’m gonna fling the hell out of you.”
Chapter Thirty
Louise
"I missed you,” he pants between kisses.
“It’s only been a day.” I laugh.
I tear off his shirt.
He does the same to mine.
When I’m standing in front of him in only my bra and panties, he scans the length of my body with a hungry look on his face, and says, “Longest damn day of my life.”
“Why are you still wearing pants?” I ask.
“Not a clue, Cold Brew.”
He shucks off his jeans.
I push him down on the bed and climb on top of him. He instantly responds, and just like that, I crave him inside me.
One of these days, I imagine we’ll take our time with each other, but so far, every time we’ve been together, it feels like we’re on this mutual race to pleasure. Like we’re incapable of controlling ourselves or slowing things down.
I am certainly not complaining.
After our heart-to-heart at Adventure Bar, he asked me the telltaleYou wanna get out of here?question. My answer was a one-hundred-percent, absolute, hell yes.
