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“What does that mean?”

“It means I don’t know, and I don’t want to commit either way yet.”

“I don’t do boyfriends. I don’t do feelings.”

“Noted.”

“If we do this, it’s just for fun.”

“Can we start right now?”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

TROY

NotthatIwastrying to play some game or work her over, but I can’t believe that worked. I didn’t expect her to respond to my directness so receptively. There’s the slight issue of her being convinced this will be just sex, but my gut tells me it could be so much more. I wasn’t super confident at first, but the second she said she was in, without a fight, I had the urge to text Lauren and put an end to our deal. That told me what I needed to know right there. I don’t want a comfort fallback. Lexy is the first girl I’ve been interested in getting to know since Emily. I can’t not pursue her, and I refuse to half-ass anything.

I open the car door for Lexy, and she looks at me like my chivalry annoys her. I chuckle as she slides in the passenger seat. Shutting the door, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and glance at it before sliding into my seat. I have another text from Lauren.

Lauren:Don’t fuck this up.

I roll my eyes and shove my phone in my pocket, annoyed at her accurate assumption based on my lack of response. Lauren knows I have more than enough confidence in the bedroom, but I am worried I only have one shot at this. I’m fully aware my arrangement with Lauren isn’t typical, but it has been working for me. She thinks she’s going to meet her true love every other week, but I’ve never wanted to end our hookup arrangement until now. Catching feelings wasn’t even on my radar, but there’s something about Lexy that makes me want more, and we haven’t even had sex yet. That’s the crazy part. What the fuck am I going to do when she rocks my world and wants it to be a one and done?

“Do you work tonight?”

“Yeah, at 8. What about you?” She looks at me like she knows why I’m asking.

“My shift starts at 6.” I glance at the clock on my dashboard. It’s only a little after noon. I don’t bother asking her and get off the exit for my place, which is two before hers.

I glance over and catch the mischievous glint in her eyes. If I was trying to hide my impatience for having her, I wouldn’t be doing a good job. Luckily, she says she likes direct and honest, and that’s exactly what she’s going to get. I hope she means it.

I pull into the parking garage of my complex. Before I unbuckle my seat belt, I turn to Lexy. I know I want this. She doesn’t seem like the type to agree to something without being sure, but I still want to double check. She’s already getting out of the car and looks back when she notices I haven’t made a move. “You coming?” She’s sassy as fuck. I love it.

“Yes. Like you will be soon.”

Thank God I was blessed with quick wit because the way I watch her eyes light up with fire at my words… fuck. If I wasn’t turned on by her enough already, I sure as hell am now. She steps out of the car, and by the time I get my door shut and hit the lock on my key fob, Lexy is waiting by the elevator a couple spaces down. She pushes the button as soon as I reach her. Turning back to me, she takes a step closer, her hands smoothly sliding under my shirt, running up my abs. She locks her eyes with mine, her hands making their way to my back, where she digs her fingers in slightly. “Just getting a feel for what’s in store for me.” She answers a question I didn’t ask with so much confidence, and I finally get a glimpse of her excitement. For the first time, I feel like there’s a chance she might be as into this as I am.

The doors open a second later, and she pulls away from me so we can step inside. There’s no way she doesn’t feel whatever the hell is between us. If air could literally get thicker with tension, that’s what would be happening in this elevator. It’s taking all my self control to not push the emergency stop and fuck her right here, but if there’s even a chance that this might only happen once, I’m doing it right. I’m going to take my time.

I glance at her, and right as I do, I watch her eyes shift toward the red button. Fuck. I don’t even think about it. I push on it. In the next second my mouth is on hers like that’s the emergency.

Her arms are around my neck, her fingers running through my hair at the same moment as I lift her, pressing her body against the wall of the elevator, her ass resting slightly on the handrail. My hands run up her thighs, sliding against her soft skin, under her cutoff jeans shorts. She pulls me closer, her tongue tangling with mine. I grind against her, already getting hard. I.Can’t.Stop. I want all of her. Right fucking now. I press into her harder, shifting my hips until a moan escapes her, and I swallow it in a kiss. We’re aligned perfectly as I rock into her. Her legs wrap around my waist, linking behind me, begging for more. I wish there weren’t clothes separating us, but I can’t pull myself away to change that. I feel her shake around me, and all of a sudden she breaks our kiss, her mouth falling to my shoulder, where I feel her teeth bite into me. Fuck me. Didn’t she tell me it’s nearly impossible for guys to make her come? I’ve hardly even touched her. The way she’s falling apart is a huge stroke to my ego.

She squeezes her legs tighter around me as she climaxes, right before she unlinks them and they start to fall, like she doesn’t have the strength to keep her legs wrapped around my body any longer. I adjust my hands, guiding her feet to the floor as I press into her more, my dick begging for the same release. I move one hand up her body to bury it in her hair and pull her head back enough to kiss her again. My lips move to her ear. “Tell me what you want,” I demand.

“Do that again,” she mumbles breathlessly.

I step away from her just enough to release the emergency stop then slip my finger into the top of her shorts and tug her back to me. “As many times as you want.”

She gives me a new smile I haven’t seen yet, and I can’t help but grin back at her. I reach up, running my fingers through her hair on either side of her head in an attempt to fix her curls. Not that it'll stay that way for long.

The doors open onto the fifth floor. I link her fingers with mine, and I walk backward toward my condo two doors down. She follows me in silence, her eyes never leaving mine. I reach over, sliding my key into the lock and turning the knob all without taking my gaze off her. I don’t want to miss a second of her looking at me like she wants to rip my clothes off.

As soon as I push the door open, she shoves me through it and closes it behind us. I bite into my lip to keep from smiling too hard at her eagerness.

“What?” She catches it anyway.

I debate teasing her, but decide against it. I shake my head. “Nothing.” Her loose black sweater is hanging off her shoulder enough that I can see the lace of her bralette underneath. “Just can’t wait to see what I can do with your clothes off.”

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