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“I’d pull on my nipples a bit, make it sting. Then I’d slide my hands into my pants.” Her eyes lit up when she spoke, her cheeks pinkening when I slid her shirt up to her neck. “What are you doing?”

“Goddamn, Jordan.” I could hardly breathe at seeing her chest bare again.

I cupped her breasts together, running my face between them and shuddering.

It took all my effort to pull back and do what she said.

I pulled her nipples, soft at first, then hard, twisting them until they were large points. “How is that?”

“Oh my god.” She slammed her head back into the pillow. “Yes, perfect. Do it again.”

I did and groaned at how her body squirmed next to me. “Are you wet right now?”

“So fucking wet.”

“Show me. Slide your fingers inside you and show me.”

Her gaze met mine, her blue eyes swirling with heat and lust. Her pupils dilated, and she had a wild, sexy-as-fuck look on her face. “That’s hot, Preston. ”

“Glad you approve. Now, do it.” I sat up, teasing her nipples like she asked as her hand disappeared into her shorts.

She groaned for a few beats before she pulled her hand back out.

Moisture was all around her fingers, her evidence dripping on her hand.

I was an uncaged animal breaking free. Without thinking about what it meant, I leaned forward and sucked her fingers, my eyes about crossing from tasting her. “ Fuck. ”

She whimpered the sexiest, neediest sound as her jaw dropped in what looked like shock. “Holy shit, that was hot.”

“Glad you approve.” I winked and licked my lips, the taste lingering on them. “Now work that clit, baby. I know your taste. I wanna hear you come.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she bit down on her bottom lip.

She moaned as her hand disappeared under the waistband.

The muscles in her forearm flexed as she ground her hips against her hand.

I would’ve sacrificed a limb to see under the shorts, but I focused on her nipples, alternating between pinching and pulling and massaging.

“You’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, Jordan,” I said, my voice husky.

My cock throbbed against my pants, pre-cum soaking the fabric.

I’d go shower or something to take care of it, but watching Jordan make herself fall apart was everything.

“I’m so close,” she whined, her body trembling. “Yes, yes, yes, oh my god!”

“That’s it, baby. Come loud.”

She groaned, slamming her head against the pillow as she rode out the orgasm. Her usual throaty voice deepened, and she sounded like a siren. I’d sure as shit follow her to the ends of time with a sexy, pleasurable moan like that. When she stilled, I released her tits and leaned onto my back.

We were even now. I had no idea what game we were playing, but the score was tied, and that felt like a victory .

“Holy shit.” Jordan moved her left forearm to her forehead, taking long, deep breaths. “That was the most unreal orgasm I’ve had in a while.”

“Good.”

“Preston, you were so hot. The finger-sucking thing?” She laughed and moved her arm to stare at me. “No idea where you learned that move, but that almost made me feral.”

I wanted to say it wasn’t a move. I had never done that before. Only she made me this unhinged animal. Instead, I smirked. “Glad you enjoyed it.”

“Who knew you matched my energy in bed?” She sat up and pushed her hair out of her eyes. “This is awesome.”

“How so?”

“Do you know what this means?”

No fucking idea. “I’m gonna let you explain it. You’re grinning like a dork right now so it must be good.”

“Preston. Preston.” She pushed up from the bed and paced at the end of it, hand in her hair and her messy hair everywhere.

She met my gaze, her eyes sparkling. “I never would’ve guessed you matched my energy.

No one ever does. It’s so boring. But you…

I’m thinking we work something out. Friends with bennies for a bit?

Have some fun? I don’t know. We can talk it out, but holy shit, this cannot be the last time we’re together like this. ”

Work something out. Friends with bennies.

“Like we date?”

“Date?” Her eyebrows disappeared into her forehead.

“I don’t date for real, Preston, you know this.

I mean more like an arrangement. I want to jump your bones right now, but I want to make sure we talk it out because our friendship is too important.

If you don’t want to, your choice won’t affect anything.

” She frowned and walked to my side of the bed.

“Seriously, our friendship is the most important. Nothing can ruin that. So if hooking up on the side would destroy that for you, then we don’t do it.

I love you for life, Charming. Sex or not, you’ll always be my guy. ”

“Sex doesn’t complicate things for you?” I asked, not caring that my response made me sound less cool. I’d done one-night stands and casual flings, but feelings did happen. There was a science about sharing sexual experiences with someone.

“No.” She giggled. “Not at all. With you, it’ll be great.

I already trust you. You could blindfold me and tie me to a bed, and I wouldn’t worry for a second.

” She placed her hands on my shoulders, her smile wide and her eyes dancing with joy.

“How about this? You think on it. You play the best game of your life tonight, and we talk about it tomorrow.”

“So you’re suggesting we hook up but don’t date and don’t let it affect our friendship?”

She nodded. “Yes. That.”

“Would you still date others?”

She pursed her lips. “I don’t think so. My goal was to be a little wild the next three weeks and lean into my impulses before the internship starts at the country club. That meant dating, however…we could be wild. Yes. Oh yes. This is even better.”

My brain short-circuited. No other way around it. Her suggestions were straight out of a dream playbook, minus the whole no feelings bullshit. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Thoughts weren’t thoughting.

“Don’t answer now.” She kissed the top of my head. “Please don’t. We gotta get you ready for the game, and I have a theory that when you play a little horny, it makes you better.”

“Wait,” I choked on my own spit, laughing in disbelief. “What did you say?”

“It’s my own personal theory, so don’t quote me. But I swear, when you skate worked up, you’re more aggressive and angrier.”

“Me? ”

“All of you.” She placed her hands on her hips and grinned at my crotch. “Good, you are horny. That means you’ll have a hell of a game.”

“You’re a maniac, you know that?”

“Yeah, but you love me.”

Yeah, I do.