Page 72 of Best Frenemies

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you, Katy,” I say as I just barely brush my lips against hers.

“Y-you haven’t?” Her voice is a mere whisper. And her breasts move against my chest as I feel her take a big inhale of air and slowly let it escape her lungs.

I shake my head, and my lips brush hers again.

“You are so much trouble,” she chastises, but I don’t miss the way her gaze flits from my eyes to my mouth and back to my eyes again.

“You know, I could say the same thing about you,” I counter. “I don’t think it’s healthy for me to be so obsessed with having more fun with you.”

She searches my eyes, and I decide now is the time to go big or go home.

“Isn’t it obvious, Katy Cat?” I brush my index finger down her cheek, savoring the soft skin beneath my fingertip. “You drive me fucking wild.”

“I do?”

I nod again, and this time, I move both of my hands to her cheeks, cupping them tenderly as I lock our gazes together. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

She stares back at me, her gaze flitting between my eyes and my mouth again, and I give her five seconds to decline before I make my next move.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

My lips to hers, I take her mouth in a gentle but carefully coaxing kiss. She tastes like the fruity gum I often smell her chewing in the teachers’ lounge, and it feels like a victory that I can finally know the flavor is strawberry.

And when I feel a moan vibrate from her chest, all bets are off. My kiss turns hungry, and I slide my tongue past her lips to mingle with hers.

Her body melts against mine, and it’s my undoing. I grip her ass in my hands, and I lift her up until she wraps her legs around my waist. Without thought, I move us toward the nearest wall and press her back to it.

Her lips turn demanding, kissing and sucking at my mouth in passionate waves. She grips my shoulders, and then she moves her hands to my hair, tugging at the strands in desperation.

And her hips,her fucking hips, they gyrate and wiggle against mine until my cock grows hard as stone beneath my khaki slacks.

I slide my hands under her dress and her panties to grip the bare flesh of her perfect ass, and that only makes her grind harder against me.

Our moans mingle and dance, and I don’t know how long we stay like that, but fuck, I’m so close to losing it completely and tearing her panties off her body that I don’t know how I manage to contain myself.

Beneath her straitlaced exterior, Katy Dayton is a sexpot. I’ve experienced this on more than a few occasions, and it’s done nothing for my sanity. If anything, it’s only made me want her more. Seeing her let herself go feels like a secret honor that I want to keep for myself.

There’s only a sliver of rational thought left inside my head, and I know if I don’t focus on it, try to hold on to it tightly, I could end up pushing us in a direction that could make Katy leave this auditorium with regret.

And regret is the last thing I want her to have when it comes to us.

I want her to crave. To need. To want.

“We have to stop, babe,” I murmur against her mouth. “I don’t want to stop. But we need to stop.”

“I know,” she says, but her lips and hips still move against me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I am practically drunk off her, almost three sheets to the damn wind, but somehow, someway, I dig deep and find the last ounce of willpower in my body.

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