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I shifted my attention from his lips to his neck, nipping at the skin below his earlobe as I moved my hands from his shoulders to his hips, fingering with the hem of his shirt. In another second, my fingers were stroking the small mounds of his tightly-packed abs.
My coat had somehow fallen to the floor in the midst of the action, and Felix’s coat was already unzipped. In another second, it was off, and I had his shirt was halfway up his ribcage. Getting on my knees, I planted my face into his stomach, breathing in his sultry heat, his sweat, the smell of his cock, pulsing just under my nose.
I lowered my face to the waist band of his pants. Biting onto the edge of the fabric, I playfully tugged at it with my teeth. Felix bucked his hips forward at the little bit of pressure.
Not wanting to waste any more time, my hands moved to undo the zipper. Who knew when some security guard could come busting out of the elevator.
Didn’t want to think about that.
With his pants pulled down just enough to permit me access to his cock, I yanked down on the elastic of his boxers and released him. His dick was just as I expected it to be—hot, plump, mine.
“You’ve missed me, huh,” I muttered, knowing full well this wasn’t the first time I’d sucked him since high school, thanks to the deal I had made with Elliot.
I went in for the kill.
His manhood filled my mouth with the force of a torpedo, and he pumped without hesitation, as if my lips were the walls of my pussy, and he was mining for my G-spot.
“Keep going,” he puffed, his fingers digging into my hair, almost pushing me along. “Fuck.”
“I don’t think so,” I said the second I broke away from him. Without letting him protest, I stood up, grabbed his shoulders, and spun us around. His eyes glittered amidst the shadows. “I’m yours.”
“Damn right you are,” Felix purred. Now that we were on the same page, I yanked down my pants, and straightened myself up to give him the honors. With sudden grace, he hooked both his index fingers around the sides of my panties and slowly rolled them down my legs until they had my ankles locked together like some kind of bondage.
“We’re being sloppy tonight, aren’t we?” Felix joked, glancing down at his pants. The cloth of his boxers was hanging down his butt to allow his cock just enough room to expand. Both our shirts were still on, and he hadn’t even touched my tits.
“I’d say the opposite,” I replied, sliding my back down the shelf, spreading my legs wider. My arms hooked over his shoulders as he drew closer, his formed, muscular body pressing against me. “We could make it sloppier.”
Before going any further, Felix bent forward and gave me a deep kiss, his teeth tugging at my bottom lip ever so slightly as he pulled away. My eyelids fluttered closed, and I waited for him to enter me.
And then, I felt his body leave me.
My eyes flew open just in time to see him on the floor with a bloody nose, a figure standing over him. Goosebumps rode up my skin as they turned to face me. It was him.
Pierre.
“What are you doing here?” we practically spat at each other.
I bent over and felt around on the floor for my pants, but all of a sudden, Pierre had me pushed back against the shelf. I could hear books falling to the ground next to me, and felt his cheek pressed against mine, his breath steaming up my ear.
“I love you, Kat,” he hissed. “You know that, right? I love you.”
His voice was choking up as he said the words, words that should’ve meant more to me than they did in that moment. I wanted to accept them, I really did. I should’ve accepted his words, accepted him.
But I couldn’t.
Not right now.
“Hey,” I heard Felix say. “What the fuck is your—”
Pierre spun around, and his fist swung into Felix’s jaw, causing him to collapse back to the floor. Leaving me to shudder against the shelf, Pierre stepped over to him. Even with his arm bound up in bandages, his punches were still harder than what he’d done to Tommy.
“Get up,” he barked. “Or I’ll make you.”
“I’m not gonna fight you, man,” Felix sputtered, scooting backward on the carpet. “Calm down.”
“You want me to calm down?” Pierre shouted, his head whipping back so that he could glare at me. “After I just saw you about to fuck my best friend? Nuh-uh, buddy. Hell fucking no.”
He turned his back me, and my stomach dropped as he moved toward Felix again.