Faking It with the Frenemy

“I didn’t do it for reciprocation…”

“Not like I have anything else on my plate at the moment,” he says with a grin. He pushes me against the wall until I’m resting firmly against it, then pulls my skirt up. “Been wanting to do this for a while.”

My breathing grows shallow.

“That skirt is prim as hell, but I know what you’re really like when you’re aroused. When you’re ready to come.”

Heat sears my cheeks. His eyes are so brilliant, so blue…and too freakin’ hot.

He yanks at my thong, bringing it down to my mid-thigh, then rips it. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

I start to tell him he doesn’t have to. But I don’t get the chance, because he sinks to his knees and closes his mouth over me.

I swallow a moan. His mouth is clever, utterly eager. He sweeps his tongue along my clit, then my slick folds. I brace against the wall, locking my knees so I don’t collapse like a wet noodle.

Wyatt pulls away for a moment. “Take off your top.”

And I do, flinging it on the floor somewhere, feeling hot and sexy at the heat in his gaze.

“Push your bra out of the way. And play with your nipples,” he orders.

I hesitate just for a second. I’ve never…

He gives me another lick, just enough to stoke my need but not enough to ease the sharp desire. “Do it.”

Feeling slightly dirty and naughty, I comply. My bra has a front clasp, so I undo it and cup my breasts. The sensation is…novel. It isn’t that I’ve never held myself like this before. But doing it in front of Wyatt makes it a hundred times hotter and more illicit.

He glides a finger through my flesh. “See how wet you are.” He licks his finger clean. “Love it.”

“Wyatt,” I whisper, feeling like I’m going to die if he doesn’t do something.

“Don’t stop playing with your tits.” He closes his mouth over me again as he drives his fingers into my pussy.

I sigh, then whimper as the pleasure builds. He’s relentless, sucking and licking, while he pumps his fingers hard and fast, just the way he knows I love. I continue touching my nipples, tweaking them, and the pleasure builds sharply, making my chest rise and fall.

This is unbelievably hot. But more than that, I feel vulnerable—and open. How can sex feel this way when he’s the one his knees?

Blinding white bliss swells like a wave and swallows me whole. I cry out, my back arching, my head braced against the wall. My knees buckle, and Wyatt catches me, making sure I don’t crash ass-first onto the floor.

He spoons me, his arms around me and my ass snug against his cock, as I fight to catch my breath. When my vision’s back to normal, I squirm and stop. “Is that a banana, or…?”

He laughs. “Just happy to see you.”

“So soon?”

He kisses me. “Watching you come got me hard again.”

I smile, then squirm again teasingly, as I’m turned on by his insatiable need for me. “You did say you don’t have anything to do… And neither do I.”

“Well, then.” His eyes twinkle wickedly. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Chapter Forty-Six

Kim

The next day, I walk into the office with a few solutions to offer Salazar. He can be moody, and part of the job with this boss is to steer him around potential pits of despair.

But to make sure he doesn’t reject all my ideas simply out of caffeine-deprived brain malfunction, I take a strong latte to him and wait until he’s had half of it.