Page 125 of The Friend Situation

We’re standing on the edge of a cliff, and I’m reaching out my hand to her. Will she take it?

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CARLEE

My heart races as I stand outside Weston’s bathroom door, the sound of the shower running echoing through the air. The steam from the hot water leaks out, and I feel like I’m dreaming. I can vividly imagine how this will go. The anticipation of being with him again pushes me forward. I want him so badly need surges through me. I almost talk myself out of it.

Instead, I enter, my breath hitching as I take in the sight before me. He stands under the stream, water cascading over his muscular frame, droplets glimmering on his skin like tiny diamonds.

“Damn,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the rushing water.

He turns around, a smirk crossing his lips, and shoots me a wink that ignites a fire inside me.

“I knew you’d come,” he says.

The confidence in his voice sends a thrill down my spine.

“Hopefully, more than once.”

With a boldness I didn’t know I had in me, I step closer, standing on the other side of the glass wall, feeling the heat rising from the shower. Carefully, I lift my shirt from my body, and my fingers tremble as I unsnap my bra.

Weston’s eyes trail up and down me, the hunger in his gaze making me feel sexy and empowered. I remove my pants and shoes, aware of every glance as I give him a show. Turning deliberately, I slide out of my panties, my heart racing. With a deep breath, I open the shower door, drawing closer to him.

I need this. I need him.

As soon as I’m within his arm’s reach, our lips crash together, desperate and frenzied. He pushes me against the cool glass, and I gasp in surprise as my back and ass connect with the cold, wet surface. My fingers tangle in his drenched hair as he pulls me closer.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he confesses, his voice low and sultry.

Our tongues slide together in a sensual dance.

“Me too,” I manage to reply, my breath hitching.

Weston’s hand slides between my legs and a shock of pleasure jolts through me as I nearly lose my balance.

“God.” The word spills out in a gasp.

His lips and teeth find my neck, sending shivers over my body. “Mmm. I’ll be your god, Carlee. Is this a hickey?” He chuckles.

“Yes, asshole,” I groan, half joking. “Covering it made me late.”

He kisses and sucks at the tender spot, and my head falls back. Just then, Weston sinks to his knees, a devilish grin on his face as he looks up at me.

“Looks like I’m the one getting worshipped today,” I mutter.

“Every day,” he purrs, a fiery determination in his eyes as he lifts my thigh over his shoulder, stabilizing me with a firm hand on my ass.

His tongue slides inside me, and it feels so fucking good that I nearly lose my footing. He catches me effortlessly, refusing to let me slip as he sucks my clit, sending waves of ecstasy through my body.

I thrust my fingers through his hair, arching my back as he devours me from the inside out, and the orgasm builds rapidly, anintense pressure ready to explode. Just as I reach my peak, I hear a voice—a voice I absolutely do not want to hear right now.

I glance toward the door just as it swings open.

My eyes widen in horror, and Weston swiftly stands, taking me into his strong arms and pulling me to his chest.

“This suit?” Easton asks.

I bury my face against Weston, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.