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The woman was a prior fuck, but I'd clearly let her know at the time that one night was all we had. I always let my one-night-stands know that.

“Thank you,” I said politely, taking a step back from her.

She took a step forward, her heels clicking against the concrete as she moved.

“Let's go out again. Maybe we can get something to eat.” Her voice dropped to a sultry tone. “Then have a little fun.”

I'd admit, she was a good fuck, but I didn't do anyone twice. I'd have to lie to make her leave me alone. The best way would involve Eric. Eric would be okay with it...right?

...Yeah, he'd be fine.

“Sorry.” I faked a sad smile at her. “Can’t. I'm in a committed relationship now. We're monogamous.”

She frowned. “But I want to try again. We had fun, right?”

“We did have fun. But I'm committed to my boyfriend.” I pulled Eric close and put my arm around his shoulder. “There's no one else for me.”

She shook her head. “He's your best friend.”

“True, but sometimes the best love comes from friendship,” I said.

Her arms crossed over her chest. “I don't believe you. Prove it.”

Was that a dare? That sounded like a dare to me. I never turned down a dare.

I raised my eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yeah. I don't believe you. You're trying to get rid of me with a ridiculous lie.”

“A lie, huh? Wanna bet?”

I smiled and turned my head to Eric. His eyes widened when he realized what I was about to do.

My mouth pressed against his before he could say anything. I sucked on his warm lips and teased them with my tongue as I wove my fingers into his hair. Mmm, he tasted like bourbon.

His stubble scraped against my face as I deepened the kiss and made it look real. No tongue in his mouth, though. I didn't want him to kill me.

I felt Eric's lips reluctantly kiss me back and his fingers thread into my hair, selling the act.

Even if it came from someone I wasn't attracted to, the physical touch still felt good. I made a rumble of pleasure in my throat.

Another party-goer wolf-whistled, and we broke apart.

A quick glance around showed that my one-night-stand was gone. Guess our act was good enough to convince her.

I looked at Eric and grinned. “You're a nice kisser.”

He rolled his eyes. “Don't kiss me again. You know I'm straight.”

“Sorry. But I bet you enjoyed it, right?” I wiggled my eyebrows at him, the grin never melted from my face.

Eric snorted. “You kiss me again, I'll punch you. Let's not talk about it anymore. I want something to drink.” He turned and walked toward the house.

I followed. “Aww, come on. You didn't even feel a little spark? You aren't the least bit interested in me?”

“Nope. I'm definitely into women.” Eric continued walking. He wasn't mad, but he was irritated with me. Just a little.

“Fine. Want to find a nice chick to hook up with instead? Maybe a threesome? I’ll pound her ass while you fuck her pussy?”