Bad Boy Best Friend - Hope Ford Page 0,24

hip, and I smile up at him. “This friends with benefits thing may have been the best idea we’ve ever had.”

Something crosses his face, hurt, insecurity, I’m not sure, it was so fast, but then he smiles at me, pulling me up his body. His lips melt into mine, and by the time I pull away, I’m breathing hard and wanting more. I slide my hand down his body and wrap it around his erection. “Again?” I ask him.

He pushes me onto my back, holding my hands above my head. He looks me in the eye. “Once is definitely not enough.” A flare of hope builds in my chest, but I tamp it down.

To hide my emotion from his prying eyes, I lean up and nibble on his earlobe. “I agree.”

And then he takes me again, over and over, until I realize that no matter how many times we make love, it’s not going to be enough.

16

Laney

Sex has never been so good.

I tell myself that it’s because I’ve never been with someone with so much experience.

We’ve been having a friends with benefits relationship for two weeks and I keep waiting for the urges I have to jump on Austin at every turn to go away, but if anything, they keep getting harder to resist. The calls I’ve been ignoring from my ex-fiancé are serving as an excellent reminder to me that what I’m feeling for Austin isn’t going to last. But apparently it’s going to take more than two weeks.

I’m leaving Austin’s office where he’s on the phone with a client and decide it’ll be fun to tease him. I drop the papers I’m holding and when I bend over to pick them up, I hike up my skirt so he’ll be sure to see the new thong I bought.

“I’ll have to call you right back,” Austin says before slamming down the phone. Somehow he catches up to me in time to shut the office door before I can escape. The blinds are already closed; they have been since our first kiss in that office. He locks the door and then pulls my skirt up.

His hand caresses my backside, his fingers brushing between my legs.

“Austin, you’re not calling in benefits right now, are you?”

He slips his hand under my thong and begins to tease me, cupping my breast with his other hand. His voice is gravely in my ear. “I’m going to give you some benefits all right. I just hope you don’t blush too red after I have you screaming my name for the whole shop to hear.”

Gasping, I cover my mouth with my hand, already too lost in his touch to pull away.

His hands are controlling, and I know I don’t have to say a word, he’ll get me off with no worry about his own pleasure. Every time I’ve tried to please him, he’s stopped me. Well, not today. Today he’s getting his.

I push him until he’s walking backward, and he lands with a thud into his chair. I drop between his legs and already he’s trying to pull me up. “No, Laney, the floor is dirty.”

But I resist, staying where I’m at and tugging at the button and zipper of his jeans and freeing his hard cock into my hands. I look into his eyes, and with a smirk, I tell him, “I like it dirty” before wrapping my mouth around his hard girth.

His head falls backward and he moans, a guttural sound that is bouncing off the walls. I pull off him just enough to say, “Now who’s going to be screaming whose name?” before I latch on to him again and start bouncing up and down.

I take him in until he’s sliding down the back of my throat, and I swallow, wanting to please him. His girth expands in my mouth and I release him. In and out I take him. He growls in pleasure before he pulls my hair, lifting my mouth off of him. “The desk,” he groans. He reaches between my thighs and I’m dripping wet for him. He pulls me up, turns me around, and pushes between my shoulders until I’m leaning over his desk. He lifts my skirt, grabbing the material of my thong and rips it in two, his fingers plunging into my hot, molten sex. Grabbing on to my hair, he leans over me, his cock sliding along my pussy lips but not entering me. He moves back and forth, whispering in my ear, “You know how