Breaking Away (Assassins, #5)(51)

“So were we, but things changed, and then I married him.”

Reese blanched before shaking her head. Her and Pawpa? Ew.

“While I love the image you just painted of you and my pawpa, I hate to burst your bubble, Grandma, because he’s just my friend. No wedding bells, no pitter-patter of little feet, nothing. We are friends and that’s it.”

She laughed as she shook her head. “If he was just a friend, you wouldn’t have brought him. He does something to you, makes your feel, and that scares you. My advice, darling, even though you haven’t asked for it, is if you don’t want more than sex with that man, let him go, cause he is falling for you.”

“No, he isn’t,” Reese said, making a face.

“Yes, he is, I can see it, everyone can. He is completely smitten with you.”

“No,” Reese said again, “he’s not. We are friends.”

Her grandma shook her head before looking down at the cards right as Phillip fell into his seat. He looked over and winked at her playfully. Even though her whole body went hot, and she smiled back, she saw something. Something that could mean that her grandmother might be very right.

And that couldn’t happen.



The kisses were hot. Her body, on fire. Everything was so hot, so demanding, as Phillip quickly ripped every single inch of clothing off her. She lengthened her neck as he licked and nipped at her, his fingers biting into her hips. She arched her back, and he ran his tongue down the valley of her breast before taking the time to kiss each one before taking her nipple in his mouth to torment her. Dipping his fingers inside her, he pressed his thumb to her clit, applying pressure while f*cking her with his fingers at the same time. Her moans filled her apartment, her fingers tangling in his hair as his body shook with want. He was going to rip her apart. He was going to make her body his, and nothing was going to stop him. She came hard, shaking underneath his large, talented hands, but he wasn’t done. Kissing down her belly, he licked her thighs and then ran his tongue slowly up her *, his eyes never leaving hers.

God, she was beautiful as she came off her climax.

“I think we should try a threesome.”

His mouth froze as his brows came together. She was breathing heavily, her heart pounding in her chest. He could hear it, feel it, but none of that mattered because surely he did not hear her right.

“Excuse me?”

She looked down at him, sitting up on her elbows, and he did the same.

“I think it would be fun. Maybe another girl. You have a friend you can call, right? Or I can call someone, maybe.”

He could only blink as she looked at him as if she was saying, ‘Pass me the cream’. Was she f*cking serious?

He wanted to say ‘f*ck to the hell no,’ but instead he said, “Um, I don’t know.”

“Why not? It would be fun. Wanna call someone now?”

“No,” he said with a shake of his head. “I want to f*ck you; I don’t want to f*ck someone else. You seriously want to bring someone in here? What the hell? Are you f*cking someone else?”

Her brows came together this time as she said, “Why not? I mean we aren’t dating. We are having fun; I thought we could spice it up.”

“No,” he said again, sitting farther up, his body shaking, not with want anymore, more like anger. “Dating or not, I am f*cking you, you are f*cking me, and that’s it.”

“Come again?”

“That’s what I’m trying to make you do, Reese, but you want to bring someone else in the bedroom or wherever else we have sex in, and I’m not cool with that. I want to be the only one you’re with.”

“That’s dating,” she said, and she started to move out from underneath him.

And he let her as he said, “No it isn’t. It’s a courtesy. Kind of like a tradeoff. I make you come, and you f*ck only me.”

“No, you’re falling for me,” she exclaimed as she sat up, taking the pillow to cover her body.

“What the f*ck? No, I’m not,” he said, and he wasn’t really lying.

Was he?

“You are! If you weren’t, then why would you want only me?”

“Because I like you. We have fun, and you f*cking blow my mind. Don’t act like that isn’t how you feel either.”

She shook her head quickly, and something broke inside him. “No. No, that isn’t how I feel. You need to go,” she said, rolling off the bed and grabbing her bathrobe.

“Are you serious? What the hell?”

“I can’t give you what you want. I’m not that person, and I told you that.”

“What the f*ck do I want?” he asked, standing up, still completely naked.

“A girlfriend. I’m not girlfriend material. So just go.”

“That’s not what I’m asking for. I’m asking for you to do only me, is that too much to ask for? I don’t see a problem here.”

“Well, there is,” she said, her defiant little chin up in the air as she crossed her arms across her chest. Gone was the Reese he truly enjoyed, and bitchy Reese stood in front of him.

“I can’t give up having sex with other people.”

Whoa. Wait.

“What the f*ck does that mean? You’re f*cking someone else and me?”