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“Making you feel good was a favor,” he says. “If you want to touch me, I need something from you first.”

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SEBASTIAN

Mia’s scowlis always adorable, but this one, with her cheeks flushed and her hair mussed, is the very best iteration. Her lips are so pouty, I’d love to just take her up on her offer to suck me off, but I knocked on her door knowing it would be the last time I danced around us being friends, and I can’t back down now. If I hadn’t heard my name, I would have ignored it. Tried my best to put it out of my mind and never speak of it to her. But I did hear my name, and the realization that she was thinking about me nearly brought me to my knees right there in the hallway.

She doesn’t hate me. She still wants me. I didn’t quite know, until I overheard her, how afraid I was that I ruined everything forever. I messed up whatever chance we had at more, but right now, if she admits we’re friends, I’ll suck up my deeper feelings and be with her however she wants. Friends with benefits with her beats a real relationship with anyone else. Why did I kid myself about that for even a second? The moment I kissed her, the unease in my chest settled.

Mia di Angelo might not want to be my girlfriend, but for these moments? It’s a price I’m willing to pay.

She crosses her arms over her chest. It makes me drop my gaze to her perfect tits. Then she clears her throat—so no looking at her breasts right now, got it—and, if it’s possible, gets even more beautiful as she purses her lips. “Go on.”

“If you’re going to touch me, I need you to admit we’re at least friends.”

“At least?”

I brush her hair over her shoulder, dragging my fingertips over her collarbone. This is risky, but I can’t help myself. “I know there’s more to the story. But I won’t push you on it now.”

She reaches for my waistband again, but I intercept her with a tsk. “Come on. You like rules. This is a rule.”

She practically grits her teeth. “So, if I admit we’re… friends, I can suck you?”

“You can do whatever you want,” I say with a grin. “Suck me, ask me to fuck you until you scream, bite me as hard as you want—I know how much you love that. Only second to when I make it hurt a bit, right, sweet girl?”

Her front teeth dig into her lower lip. “You’re ridiculous.”

I shrug. “Or you can say thank you for the orgasm and go back to Izzy’s room.”

“You said it was past midnight.”

“That might’ve worked three months ago, but not now. Admit we’re friends, Mia. Not because of Cooper and Penny—I shouldn’t have said that, yesterday. We’re friends because we enjoy spending time together, whether it’s like this or like dinner earlier.”

“If you’re so sure, why do I need to say it?”

“A little direct communication never hurt anyone.”

“Never hurt anyone, my ass,” she mutters. “Since when doesn’t a guy just want a blowjob?”

I wait, with half a mind to hold my breath. If I pushed her too hard and she doesn’t say it, or if she just leaves, I won’t know what to do with myself. But I can’t go on like this now that she’s back in my life. If she won’t let me take care of her all the way, fine. I’ll make do with dinners and encouraging her to talk to me about work and playful stress relief. I’ll be her friend plus a little extra forever, if that’s all I’m offered, and if there’s a sliver of a chance down the line for more, I’ll be there for that too.

She blinks. I lean in, brushing my lips over her cheek as I stroke my hand down her spine. I feel, rather than see, her shiver.

“Fine,” she says, her voice muffled against my neck. She wraps her arms around me, keeping us close, as if she can only have this conversation without needing to make eye contact. “You’re ridiculous, but we’re friends.”

She slides to her knees in front of me before I can stop her. “Now can I touch you?”

I catch her chin with my fingers and tilt her face up. I press the pad of my thumb against her lower lip, right in the middle. “Thank you.”

Her hands run up my legs, pausing right near where I’ve been craving her touch. I groan, settling myself more comfortably on the edge of the bed.

She shakes her head. “Has anyone ever told you how weird you are?”

I lean down and capture her lips in another kiss. “My siblings tell me all too often, but I like it better coming from you.”

“Of course you do.” She strokes her hand over my sweatpants, mimicking the way I teased her earlier. Even the small brush makes my cock throb; it’s been torturesome, ignoring how fucking turned on I am. She drags the sweatpants and boxer-briefs down my legs all at once and pulls out my dick, giving it a rough tug that makes me hiss.

“Sorry,” she murmurs. She reaches between her legs and gets her hand slick, then uses it to jerk my cock, her thumb pressing against the tip.

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