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“We both want this, so why aren’t we just giving into it?” I asked, my eyes flickering between hers as her breathing became unsteady, and her chest rose and fell with the way she tried to get ahold of herself. “I never knew you to be a woman who didn’t go after what she wanted.”

“I’m not,” she responded quickly. I didn’t move an inch as her brow quirked at the sight of my hand on her arm. “You going to let me go?”

I dropped my hold on her. And call me cocky, but I wasn’t in the least bit surprised when she stepped toward me and sat on my lap, her feet folding under her legs. “Come here,” I said, urging her over my rock-hard cock.

“So, what’d you agree to with Mark?” she asked, her hands on my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin as I moved her up and down my straining erection, her skirt draped over my legs.

I growled. “Not the time to talk about another man.”

She tipped her head, her eyes dropping to mine as I lifted her up again. “Are we really going to dry fuck right now?”

“It’s not my first choice, but considering how badly both of us want this, we shouldn’t actually do it. At least, not all the way.” I nudged her off me and eased my pants down, keeping my boxers in place, though, before setting her atop me again.

She leaned in, pressing her lips to my ear in a way that had me inhaling sharply. “Seems like exactly the reason to do it to me.”

“You really think it’s a good idea? Damn it, Jade, our relationship is complicated enough.

We don’t need to go adding to that. Let’s just get this business deal over with, okay?

Then that will be that.” Who was I kidding?

I was dry fucking my brother’s ex, my fake fiancée, and the words coming out of my mouth were complete lies.

I was feeding her more shit than a horse owner mucked up from a stall in a day.

I continued rubbing her on my cock, her arms wrapping around my neck as her fingers fussed with the hair at the nape of my neck.

“Shit, Red, it sounds like you think we’re going to become emotionally invested or something. It’s just sex.”

Until it wasn’t. “Agree to disagree.”

“Fine, but at this rate I’m never going to come.”

I moved my hands from her hips and dragged them upward, lifting her shirt. “This tennis outfit may be sexy, but it isn’t you.”

“That’s what I’ve been thinking. I look ridiculous.”

“No,” I growled. “You just don’t look like yourself.” I tossed her shirt on the sofa and dipped my head, placing my lips on the swell of one breast, then the other. “Figures today of all days you’d wear a bra.”

Brows furrowed, Jade asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You think I’m blind? I know you don’t always wear a bra.” Always figured it was meant to torture me and other men.

“I was meeting your mother. Of course I wore a bra.”

“Well, I’ve got to say, I wish today was one of the days you didn’t. So, what do you say we remedy things and take it off?”

She rolled her eyes. “You talk a lot, you know that?” She promptly unclasped it and shot it straight across the room.

I couldn’t have cared less about that right now, though, as I cupped her luscious tits.

This was the first time I was seeing them, feeling them, and I couldn’t get enough.

Desperation won over, and I took one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking on it before grating it between my teeth.

“Fuck, Jade. Your tits are works of art.”

“I wish I could say the same about your cock, but I still haven’t had the pleasure of seeing it.”

“Patience, Jade. Patience.”

I should have practiced what I preached, but I was a greedy fucking man when it came to her and I needed both of her nipples. So I moved from one to the other, taking each nipple in my mouth, sucking on them with abandon.

Taking control of the situation, she rolled her hips once, twice, and tugged on my hair, her head falling back slightly as a moan escaped her lips as my hand pushed against her panty-clad pussy. Even with clothes on, it was impossible to deny how she made me feel. “I think you’re wrong,” she said.

I wasn’t sure about what but didn’t care. I made a noise deep in my throat, not wanting to let up on her nipples, sucking and biting them as she began riding me faster and faster.

When I finally did let up on them, I wet my lips. “I’m never wrong.”

“That’s not true,” she breathed. “Man, why haven’t I dry humped since high school? This feels too good.”

I hadn’t done this since high school either and never thought I’d be into it as an adult, but fuck if I wasn’t ready for her to orgasm so I could listen to an unsuppressed moan tumble from her lips, her body trembling and her skin glistening with sweat.

The more she moved over me, the more I could feel the heat from her pussy radiating between us and over me.

She ground down on me one last time before her legs started trembling and a hazed look glossed over her eyes.

“Hey, eyes on me,” I demanded, placing a finger on her chin to jerk her head forward when I knew she wanted to toss it back.

But I wanted to see her when she came on my lap like this.

Wanted to watch the orgasm rip through her and consume every part of her the same way she consumed parts of me all the time.

She hated following directions, I knew she did, but she tried her best to focus on me, her eyes never once leaving mine as she didn’t hold back.

I moved my hand back to her hip and continued sliding her up and down my cock so that she could ride out her orgasm, the pulse of her pussy causing the base of my spine to tingle.

Maybe Jade was right. Maybe we should just fuck.

And not dry fuck. I knew it would be a bad idea because emotions were already involved for me, and emotionless sex was great, but not with Jade.

I wanted her to live with me, for crying out loud, and was ready to use this fake engagement as my way to get that. To torture myself.

I tightened my grip on her as the orgasm hit me like a ton of fucking bricks, black spots coming across my vision as my movements became lazy.

My hips jerked.

Our gazes were still fixed on each other.

And all I could think about was the fact that I must’ve been really stupid to play with fire this way.

Yet here I was.

When we both came down from our highs, I sagged in the chair, Jade melting forward against my chest. We were both breathing so hard I didn’t know where my breath started and hers ended. All I knew was that I just came in my boxers like a teenage boy.

Rising, she fixed her skirt, collected her bra and shirt, and got dressed. “Well, this was fun,” she said, her breathing almost back to normal. “Next time, though, no clothes, please.”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “Go ahead. Give it to me.”

“What?”

“Your crack?”

“What crack?” she asked, furrowing her brows.

“About me coming in my boxers.”

“No crack. I actually think it’s hot as hell.”

I shook my head. Sorry, I must not have heard her right. “What was that?”

“I’m not repeating it. You heard me.” She shrugged. “Any man willing to do that must be secure in his masculinity. The other men I’ve been with would’ve held back.”

Did Jade just. . . compliment me?

“Sherrilyn invited us to the vow renewal weekend.”

“Weekend?” she sputtered, her eyes growing wide. “It was supposed to be a couple of hours. One stupid event. That’s it.”

“I know.” I cracked my fingers. “But now it’s a weekend. It’s going to be fine.”

She narrowed her eyes, giving me a death stare. “How do you figure?”

“It’ll be the thing that ends all of this.” Fortunately. And unfortunately.

But with those words I must have finally gotten through to her because she perked up—well, as perked up as I’d ever seen her—and swallowed. “Fine. I’ll go with you.”

“Gee, thanks,” I replied sarcastically. “You’ll need clothes, though.”

“Don’t worry.” She waved me off. “I’m the fashion editor of a magazine now. I know what to wear.”

“Pretty sure that’s not the way this works. You’ve never been to functions like this.” When she didn’t so much as blink, I pushed, “Have you?”

“Dress like I’m loaded and belong on the arm of a man worth millions? How hard could it be? I’ll throw some shit together.”

“No.” I shook my head. “I’m taking you shopping.” We couldn’t take any chances.

“I’d rather gouge my eyes out than go shopping with you.”

“Too bad because that’s what’s happening.”

“I thought you just said you like my usual clothes.”

“I do, but I’m not the one you have to impress. Mark is.”

“I don’t have to impress anyone. You can all kiss my ass as far as I’m concerned.”

“Real nice, but that ass is all mine until Mark invests in my company.”

“Then you can watch it as I walk away.” She stepped in her sneakers, walked to the door, and flipped me the bird from behind. “Good luck cleaning those boxers, Red.”

Heaven help me, I was crushing on the woman who was going to put me in an early grave.