Forbidden Fruit - A Naughty Collection

Becky is my co-star, but we’ve been friends since college. “Who’s that, Baby Doll?” Dane’s body is warm at my back as I turn in his arms.

“You know Becky?” He nods. “Yup, good luck.” That’s all I say before she comes bounding into the kitchen and stops dead when she finds me in the strong arms of Dane Brawley.

“Did I interrupt something?” She points between us, and I giggle.

“No, Becks. This is Dane.” She’s incredibly beautiful, her deep tan covers every inch of her body. Her Spanish heritage affords her beautiful skin, with long black hair that reaches her ass. Her dark eyes are smoldering with the gaze she gives us.

“It’s a pleasure, Officer. Do you have a partner? And tell me, is he as… talented as you?” Her flirtatious nature is something that comes to her without a second thought. Dane chuckles and nods.

“Well, Xan is known for his talents. How about we all go on a date and I’ll introduce you?” He responds with amusement.

“See, Jazzy bear, I like him already. Oh, and by the way…” She pins him with a glare. “You hurt her, I’ll hurt you and you will not enjoy it.” She strides past him and I notice she’s dressed for the beach. It’s our only day off this week and I forgot she asked me to head out to the beach with her.

“I have no intention of hurting Jasmine.” He turns to me and pulls me into a hug, which then turns into a heart-stopping kiss. When he finally rights me, he leans in and whispers. “I’ll see you tonight. Wear something… naughty.” And with that, he’s out the door heading into the station.

“Seriously, babe, you need to lock that down.” Shaking my head, I turn to the sink and grab a glass. I don’t want to admit that I’d love to lock that down but that’s not what we are. Dane and I, we’re just sex. Having fun. “Jazzy, did you see how that man looked at you? He was practically pissing on you to claim his territory.”

My gaze snaps to hers and I can’t help giggling at the analogy she’s just used. Scrunching my nose, I make a gagging gesture. “That’s gross. Seriously, Becks. He was not and will not be pissing on me at any point. And he can’t claim his territory if we’ve never confirmed what we are.” She stares at me blankly.

“You’ve got it so bad, and so does he. So wake up and smell that sweet scent of love and lust all mixed into a sexy concoction of he’s going to be moving in soon enough.”

“Are you seriously asking me to go on a double date with you and your girlfriend?” Xan stares at me incredulously. He’s not into dating, at all. He’s been through a shit storm with his ex and I think the thought of getting serious with any woman freaks him out.

“Becky is gorgeous, you’ve seen her. And why not?” He’s staring at me like I’ve just told him I’m getting married or some shit. “Come on, the worst that could happen is some famous chick will be sucking you off tonight.” This catches his attention and he nods in agreement. I knew that would be the clincher.

“If she gets all clingy, I’m kicking your ass for this.” He pulls his jacket on and rounds my desk. “Where and when?” I haven’t thought that through, but I guess we could eat at the little Italian place down the road.

“Meet us at Jasmine’s place, around eight.” He nods and stalks out not waiting for anything more. Picking up my phone, I hit dial on Jasmine’s number. Only two rings later and her sweet melodic tone comes through the speaker.

“Hey, handsome.” Deep down, I know I should make a choice. I never thought a few fucks would have me in this position, but I know I’m falling for her. My love for one-night stands slowly diminishes every time I leave her in the morning. Most days I want to roll over and just hold her all day.

“Baby Doll, I’ll be at yours in about ten minutes. Xander agreed to dinner.”

“Awesome, thanks for asking him. I know Becky is excited to meet him.” It’s quiet and I wonder what’s going on in her head right now. If I ask I may come across as too forward for our arrangement, but if I don’t I know I’ll be thinking the worst.

“I think we should talk when I get there,” I say quietly.

“Okay.” Her tone is wary and I don’t blame her. Anytime someone says we should talk it never ends well, but hopefully this time she’ll be beneath me after what I have to say to her and I’ll be nine inches deep inside her making her mewl like a little kitten.