Bad Intentions (Bad Love #2)(45)

“Not really. I’ll take a beer, though, after this day.”

Relieved that I don’t have to try to throw something together, I grab two and hand her one as I sit next to her.

“Move in recently?” Lo asks after taking a swig, scanning the bare interior.

“Nah. I’ve lived here for years, actually. I just haven’t made it home yet.” I used to have a pool table to take up some of the open space, but I took it to the shop for the waiting room. I spent years renovating the place, making it my own…but when it was finished, it still didn’t feel like mine. If I bothered to psychoanalyze it, I’m sure it would boil down to constantly jumping from foster family to foster family, never really having a place to call home.

Lo yawns, stretching her arms over her head. Her nipples strain against the fabric of the shirt that inches farther up her thighs with the movement, so close to showing what’s between them. She’s taunting me, again. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

“About last night…” she changes the subject, addressing the elephant in the room. One of them, at least. “You said being with me was a mistake.”

“It was,” I say truthfully, and she swallows hard, keeping her expression neutral to mask the sting from my words. Always trying to play it cool, this girl. “But not in the way you’re thinking.” Her eyes meet mine, and I decide to lay it out there. We’ve already crossed the line. “It was a mistake to hire you because now I have to see you without having you every day. It was a mistake to sleep with you because I want to do it again.”

“Why can’t we?” Lo asks in that seductively sweet voice, her lips settling in a pout. I want to feel that mouth wrapped around me, sucking me, while she looks up at me from her knees.

“We said just friends,” I remind her, my voice coming out huskier than I intended. Lo rises to her knees and lifts a knee to straddle me, giving me a flash of pink before seating herself on my lap.

“I’m a shitty friend.” She’s grinding into me, only my sweatpants between us. “Besides,” she whispers, her lips ghosting along the shell of my ear, “sometimes, friends fuck.”

Lo’s hands reach for the band on my sweats before her warm hand circles my cock. I should stop her. She’s been harassed and manhandled, and here I am, fighting my desire to throw her down and make her mine.

Mine. What the fuck?

She isn’t mine. Not even close.

Lo pulls me out of my pants, and all thoughts of stopping this die as she shifts forward, sliding my dick between her lips. My hands land on the tops of her thighs, gripping hard.

“Fuck, Lo.”

Her eyes close and her hands brace against my shoulders as she rocks against me, cradling my cock in the warmest, wettest fucking heaven. It would be so easy to shift my hips and thrust inside her. One little move is all it would take.

“Do friends do this?”

“Absolutely fucking not,” I growl, smoothing my hands up to squeeze her ass, pulling her into me.

“What about…best friends?” she asks, breathless.

“If they do, I’ll be you best fucking friend forever.”

Lo giggles, and the sound makes my dick twitch. I push her shirt up, and she lifts her arms for me. Pale tits are decorated with purple marks from last night and the sight shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. I flatten my hands against her back, pulling her closer, then softly kissing and licking each mark. Lo sucks in a breath, hands sliding through my hair to keep me close. I suck on her, leaving my mark on her shoulder, collarbone, and underneath her ear while her breathing becomes ragged.

“Don’t make me beg.” Lo’s so wet that my sweats are a darker shade of gray beneath her. I fist her hair in my hands, scraping my teeth along the side of her neck.

“Remember when I said I didn’t have bad intentions?”

“Yes,” she whines, moving faster, and I feel like I could come from this alone.

“I changed my mind.”

“Good.”

I lift her at the curve in her hips, her knees landing on either side of my head against the back of the couch, and I latch my mouth to her pussy. Lo screams, fingers locking into my hair to keep her balance, but I don’t hold back. I feast on her like she’s my last meal as she rubs herself against me.

“Fuck my tongue.” I slide it inside her, and she clenches around my tongue. “You like that?” I ask, my hands on her ass, keeping her anchored to my face.

“Fuck yes.”

“Then you’re going to love this.” I slide my hand from her perfect ass to the wetness underneath before circling a finger around her other hole.

“Oh my God, Dare,” she whines, slowing her movements at the added sensation. “I can’t move. I can’t.” Her voice is desperate, legs locked tight. Barely breaking our connection, I throw her to the couch, my mouth on her clit, one hand sliding up her stomach, a finger from the other hand pressing against her ass. I don’t push inside yet, just rubbing, probing.

Lo presses against my finger, and she moans loudly, her back lifting from the couch, so I do it again before I flatten my palm against her sternum. I slide my hand up to curl my fingers around her throat, testing her reaction.

“Harder,” she demands, wrapping a hand around my wrist as her legs start to shake. I apply more pressure as I slip my middle finger inside her tight ring and suck her clit into my mouth.