Not Just Friends (Hot in the City #3) - T. Gephart Page 0,45

to come in her hand if she didn’t stop. I’d been turned on for hours and now that I had the opportunity, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on. “Let me get this on.”

I ripped her fingers from around my shaft, sheathing myself as quick as I could, my eyes unable to stop looking at her.

She was beautiful, so fucking hot and ready for me, and if I thought for a second I’d be able to give all of that up, I was insane.

It was too effort to take off the rest of our clothes, positioning myself at her entrance as she rocked her hips. It was impossible to hold back, pushing into her in one swift thrust as I felt her tighten around me.

Man, it felt good. Tight and hot, and so fucking perfect I needed a second to just absorb it before I started moving again.

Greedy, needy moans escaped her lips, making my pulse spike, and suddenly not moving was no longer an option. “I want you, Presley. I want you so fucking much.”

My hips pistoned, chasing the high as my balls rose up tight. Her brown eyes flashed to mine, one hand planted on my chest while the other was at her side helping her balance.

I wasn’t gentle, dragging my length in and out of her, harder and faster with each swing. “You know how hard it was to see you in this dress and not touch you,” I grunted, unleashing the pent-up frustration I’d kept a lid on since she walked out wearing it. “Pure torture, Presley. Sweet, sexy, motherfucking torture.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be torture.” She arched into me. “I just like the dress.”

Whatever her reasoning was, I no longer cared, the dress the least of my concerns as her breathing got faster.

She was close. Hanging off the edge, needing the tiniest of pushes and I was more than happy to give it to her. I reached down between us, not a lot of space for my hand, and pressed my thumb against her clit. It was swollen and needy like the rest of her, her body reacting almost instantly on contact.

“Oh, Jared,” she breathed out, her hand against my chest fisting my T-shirt in desperation. “Yes, yes.”

My thumb circled, keeping the pressure tight against her as I continued to thrust.

She was right there, right there, her beautiful brown eyes opening wide as she let out a scream. She smacked her palm against her mouth, deadening the sound as I felt the tight squeeze followed by the gentle pulses down my shaft.

That was all it took, knowing she’d found her high giving me permission to find mine as I detonated into her. I couldn’t even stop, needing to tease every last drop of ecstasy from both of us as my dick continued to throb.

“I’ve never had sex in my office,” it came out in a pant, her eyes still wide, “but I couldn’t wait.”

“Baby, you think I could?” My lips brushed against hers, needing to kiss her some more. “I already told you I’ve been dying since we left your apartment. It took everything I had not to take you in my fucking car.”

She smiled, the thought of defiling my prized Stang, pleasing her. Or maybe it was because I’d finally come to my senses. Because just being her friend was no longer a choice.

My forehead pressed against hers, kissing her some more. “I want you. I want you tonight and tomorrow, and every night after that. You think we can make that happen?”

Her hand reached up tracing my jaw. “Yes. But is this going to be a friends-with-benefits kind of deal? Because I’m not ready to lose Leighton.”

“What are you talking about? I’m right here.” I laughed, slightly confused.

“No, you’re Jared. The sexy firefighter who makes me wet. Leighton is the sweet thoughtful guy who is my friend. And I kinda like both of them.”

“Presley, you’re making it sound like I have a split personality. I’m the same fucking person, and you’re not going to have to choose. You get it all, Baby.” I landed a playful bite on her bare shoulder, amused by her logic.

Guess I’d kind of done the same thing, seeing her as the sweet innocent sister of my best friend as well as the hot sex bomb who made me irrationally hard.

Giving her one last kiss, I slowly pulled out, holding my dick at the base. I discarded the condom, cleaned up and got myself back into