Sugar Rush (Friend-Zoned 3)

Max takes a step towards me and I take him in. His lean, muscular body taunts me. My soft belly protrudes a little, and I lift my hand to cover it. He shakes his head. “Don’t do that. I want to see you. I’ve imagined this a thousand times, so really, it’s nothing I haven’t already seen.”

My cheeks heat. “I’m not perfect.”

He holds out his arms by his sides. “Neither am I.”

Before my mind can think, my mouth opens wide and sings, “Yes, you are.” He eyes me. With his hands balled by his sides, I see the veins in his arms bulge. His body tight, his pecks jut and jump about. I could be wrong, but I think I’ve said something to upset him. I whisper, “What’s wrong?”

Jaw steeled, he mutters through gritted teeth, “Just trying not to pull up that tiny skirt and fuck you over the counter, is all.”

Sweet lord of mercy. I swallow hard, then stutter, “I-uh…I-I wouldn’t mind.”

He walks over to me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. On the way, he undoes his belt, unthreads it, and drops it on the floor. The clank echoes throughout the apartment. He toes off his shoes and socks, leaving a trail of clothing behind him. Then he’s dressed only in dark jeans, his torso and feet free.

And it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

My heart races and my palms sweat.

The only thing sexier would be if he were wearing his glasses. The mental visual gives me goose bumps. He stops a foot away from me, the moonlight streaking across his face. His golden eyes flash as his eyes trail my exposed body. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

My brain sneezes and causes a short somewhere. I blurt out, “I have a fat ass.”

His lips twitch and he scratches at his chin. “I gotta be honest here.” He takes a small step forward, leaning down until his lips touch the shell of my ear. “Your ass makes me harder than hell, baby.” I shudder, and involuntarily, my eyes close. I breathe out a sigh as his hand cups my butt. He squeezes. “This ass.” He squeezes harder, borderline painfully. “This ass has kept me awake at night,” he sighs then lowers his voice to a whisper, “and I never even missed the sleep.”

That. Is. It.

I groan then growl, “Ugh! You can’t just say things like that, Max!”

His lips tilt up at the side. “Sure I can. I just did.”

I roll my eyes. “Not when you’re planning to keep your cock in your pants, you’re not!”

His hands slide up from my ass to grip my hips. He looks me in the eye and says slowly, meaningfully, “Who said anything about keeping it in my pants?”

And my vagina swoons in a cold, dead faint.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Max

I look down into those gorgeous, bright green eyes and a small part of the bitterness inside of me dies. She doesn’t just look at me. She sees more of me than most people, and I don’t know why I’m letting that happen.

This is not going to end well. It’s not going to end well for me.

As she’s standing there in nothing but a lacy black bra and a mini skirt that’s so mini it’s basically microscopic, I grip her hips tight. If I don’t, I’ll throw her on the ground, tear her clothes off, and fuck her like an animal. And Helena doesn’t deserve that. She’s a lady. She deserves something good.

My heart pounds in time with the pulsing of my cock.

I want to give her something good. I want to give her me.

My eyes trail the length of her body and I can’t believe how lucky I am. This tiny woman has porcelain smooth skin, long, dark, wavy hair, tits that all but spill out of her bra, a soft belly, tight legs, and an ass any man would be proud to say is his, not to mention her sexy-ass bee-stung lips.

But there’s more. There’s more, and I don’t want to admit it. I’m starting to feel something for her. Something more than friends. And I know if I let this happen, I’m going to pay for it with my heart.

Again.

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Helena