Page 10 of Risky Little Affair

I may be a bastard. A player. A manwhore.

And I am; I’m all of those things.

I’m also giving and generous.

And unable to deny a willing woman. Especially one who’s begging me to take her.

After peeling my shirt over my head, I crawl toward her, closing the distance between us. Leaning in close, I whisper my agreement in her ear. The flashlight on her phone flicks off seconds later, the darkness creating a bubble around us. Taking advantage of the fact her eyes haven’t adjusted yet, I inhale her sweet scent.

Something I’ve never done before or wanted to do.

“What are you waiting for?” Lex asks when I don’t move.

Good question. What am I waiting for?I have her right where I want her since the moment she appeared next to me in the backseat of Dec’s truck.

“Are you in a hurry?”

Her reply is muffled by my lips as they touch hers for the first time. So soft. So plump. A sense of urgency begins to bloom as sensation after sensation shot through my body. When I felt her begin to tug down my trunks, the thin thread of control I was attempting to maintain snapped.

Searching my discarded shorts for my wallet, I retrieved a condom, situated myself between her legs, and slid deep inside of her, unable to wait a second longer.

That wasa night I’ll never forget. Why?

Aside from the mind-blowing sex and the vision of her naked body that’s permanently imprinted on my brain?

Because I gave her exactly what she wanted and now it’s destroying me. She’s all I can think about. She’s haunted my dreams since that night. I’ve woken up stiff as a board and ready to explode every morning.

And I’m sick of sitting here feeling like there’s nothing I can do about it.

That she holds all the power.

Which is why I sent her a text.

I’m taking back control of the situation.

Turning the tables on her.

She might not know it yet, but Lex and I are going to be more than just a one-night stand.