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“You don’t agree?” Madeline tries to pry.

I pull out my phone, bored with this conversation. I have better things to focus on than what my mother thinks about Sammie and appeasing my girlfriend’s inquiring mind with a theoretical debate. “I don’t fucking care.”

She huffs again, facing back toward the window. I smirk and tell my driver to change the address to her hotel.

“Seriously, Tanner?”

Shrugging again, I itch to pull up Sammie’s Instagram. After Madeline’s remark, I just know she will be vying for attention from the horny, desperate men in her comments. “Yeah, seriously. I don’t want to deal with your attitude any longer.”

“Sometimes I wonder why I even put up with you.” She frowns, and I lean forward, tilting her chin up with my knuckle.

I kiss her lips softly, and her apprehension fades away. “Just because I don’t kiss your ass doesn’t mean I don’t like you.”

Her lips thin at the wordlike, and I wait, daring her to comment on it. When she remains silent, I give her another kiss and sink back into my seat. She reaches out to hold my hand, and I allow this to pacify some tension before I abandon her for the night and divulge my fantasies of another woman.

Sammie

Scowling,Itossmyphone down on the counter. Of course, the uppity little bitch has a private account. Who even does that anymore? The whole point of social media is toshareyour life.

I turn on my bath, pouring the oils and bubbles into the scalding hot water. Inhaling the soft fragrances, I try to let go of my annoyance. I’m not even sure why I fucking care. Tanner can date whoever he wants, but I know deep down she will never be me. He’s wanted me since we were teenagers when we got swept up in puberty and lost our virginities to each other.

Shimming my silk robe off my shoulders and gathering it at my chest, I make sure I have enough cleavage to come off flirty but not scandalous. I grab my phone, take a quick photo, and post it on my Instagram story with some bullshit about the comforts of my own home.

I smile as I climb into the tub, relaxing at the sting of heat. I’ll give him an hour and check if he’s seen or reacted to the post.

Grabbing the loofah, I put my exfoliating scrub on it, washing away the pathetic stalking I had done over the last hour. I am fucking Sammie Sumners, and Tanner Roberts has wanted me forever.He always wants me.

My nipples pebble when I think about the clumsy night when we were fifteen. It was the first and only time I had fucked someone single. But I knew I wouldn’t be able to talk an experienced man into my bed, I needed someone easy to break that pesky hymen.

Tanner was available and over-eager to be used. He practically volunteered for the job before I even offered it. He had always been in tune with my needs long before I knew what I wanted. That’s why we have been friends for as long as we have.

I spread my legs over the edges of the tub, slipping my fingers between my thighs. The memory of my first time was pleasant because Tanner was one of the few men who got me off without instructions. My core clenches when I remember how he admitted to watching a lot of videos for preparation. His research had definitely paid off when he pounded into my pussy like it was his profession.

I rub my clit harder, sinking the middle finger of my other hand inside as I think about how his hands caressed down my body like he was sculpting a masterpiece. My breasts quiver as I pump my fingers in and out, rocking my hips.

When he had finally taken off his pants, I remember the trickle of fear at the size of his cock. It wasn’t overly thick, not that I knew that at the time, but it was long. I wasn’t sure if he would fit back then, and he hadn’t the entire way. But now, I feel like we can easily get him fully buried inside me.

Remembering the feel of Tanner’s cock ripping through me has my legs trembling as I come. I remove my fingers from my pussy, slumping further against the tub as I take some calming breaths. After all the men I have fucked and won over in my games, I also wonder why I can't let go of that day.

Shaking off the unexplainable emotion lingering in my chest, I leisurely continue the rest of my nighttime routine. When I finally get out, I check my stories and grin when I see that not only has Tanner viewed it, but he liked it. Any doubt I had that he moved on vanishes. Tanner might have a girlfriend, but I’ll always be the one that got away.

I’ve barely made it to my kitchen in my robe when a knock on my door raises the hair on the back of my neck. I’m not sure who would stop by unannounced. I quietly make my way to my door, peeping out and smiling when I see the familiar face on the other side.

I open the door, tilting my head to take in Jasmine’s outfit. Her warm copper skin glows under the white dress, her black hair curled into soft ringlets, and her smoky eyeshadow gave away she was either on a date or at a party.

She glares at me. “I had to find out from a fucking Instagram story that you’re back in town?”

“How long has Tanner been dating that perfect princess?”

Jasmine raises a dark eyebrow, her near-black eyes glinting with mischief. “What happened to hello? How are you?”

Shaking my head, I open my door wider, and she beelines toward my kitchen, where I have an uncorked bottle of wine.

“Tanner, huh?”

Sighing, I take a drink before holding up my phone. “I’ll post you to close friends with a heartfelt caption. I can guarantee my brother will ask about you.”

Her eyes widen with excitement as she reaches to snatch the device, but I tilt it back. “You tell me everything with no commentary or personal opinions?”

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