her a glass of orange juice, then setting it on the counter beside her plate.
“It was just an orgasm,” she says around a mouthful of bacon.
“Just an orgasm, yeah?” I seriously doubt that. “If that’s the case, then maybe I need to try a little harder next time.”
Ellie’s gaze meets mine. “Will there be a next time, Kingston? Do you think that’s wise? We can chalk last night up to too much tequila … on my part. I begged you. You’re off the hook.”
That is one thing I admire about this woman. She doesn’t beat around the bush, always saying it like it is, laying it all on the line. However, she’s wrong this time.
“I didn’t do it because you begged.” Although it helped to speed things along, I did it because I wanted to. I can own up to my actions.
“Fine. But that doesn’t mean we should do it again.”
“Only, we should definitely do it again,” I argue.
She takes a bite of eggs. “That doesn’t answer my second question.”
Right. Second question. Do I think it’s wise? “I don’t see an issue with it.” I brace my hands on the counter behind me as I prop myself up with the counter.
“Where’s it gonna go?”
“Who knows.”
“Then why would we want to go there?”
“Do you even remember last night?”
She blushes, clearly remembering.
“Then you know that’s a dumb question.”
“Fine. What if it ruins our friendship?”
Yeah, I’ve thought about that, and that’s definitely something I worry about, but for whatever reason, I’m blinded by my feelings for her. And it isn’t simply lust. But that is definitely a powerful contributing factor.
“We won’t let it,” I tell her.
“Right.” Ellie snorts and it’s oddly cute. “And we can make that call.”
“We can.” Why can’t we?
“Friends with benefits?” The corner of her mouth turns up. “Isn’t that a little cliché?”
“You’re the one who said it, not me.”
“But you’re up for just sex?”
With her? No.
Will I tell her that? No.
“I think I can handle it.”
“I’ve heard you’re really bossy. And you’re into kinky stuff,” she says, biting off the end of another slice of bacon. She waves the uneaten part of her bacon at me. “What if I don’t like that?”
I don’t respond right away. I stand there, watching her. My body’s hardening from the conversation alone. My cock is pushing against the zipper of my jeans, and I want to free it, to stroke myself while she watches. I know she’ll like to watch.
That’s the thing about Ellie. She’s open and honest about anything and everything. And I’ve known her for a long damn time. We’ve had discussions about everything from food to hockey to why guys like to watch lesbian porn… The point is, we’ve talked about everything. And I’ve picked up on the things that excite her. She might say she doesn’t want a man who takes charge when it comes to her pleasure, but she does. She totally does.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna spontaneously combust,” Ellie says, taking a sip of her orange juice as she chews. “And I don’t think that’s gonna help your cause.”
“Finish eating,” I command, keeping my voice low and even.
“See, there’s that bossy thing I was talking about.” She’s rambling. I know it and she knows it.
What she obviously doesn’t realize is that I can see that her nipples are hard through the light gray T-shirt she has on.
“Finish eating,” I repeat.
“And then what?”
Keeping my voice stern, I stand up straight. “And then I’m gonna make you come again.” I pause, waiting until she meets my gaze. “With my mouth.”
24
Ellie
I choke on my bacon, coughing uncontrollably until my eyes are watering. Damn, that hurts like a motherf— It hurts bad. I’ll leave it at that.
When I finally get myself under control, I find Kingston still staring at me. There are a million words hovering on the tip of my tongue, a dozen excuses as to why we shouldn’t do this, but I can’t bring myself to speak them aloud. Truth is, I don’t want to. But it’s hard not to think about them. I’ve managed to get a little perspective when he was out of town. Probably even did a little too much thinking about the breakfast date and how much I enjoyed kissing him. The conclusion I’ve come to is that I can’t get in too deep. No matter how I spin it, we are still friends, and this is supposed to be a way to improve his image, not a way for