my f*ck buddy.
arrangement. The cocky playboy makes me c*me. I hold onto my secrets.
his dark eyes. No melting into his soft embrace. No falling head over heels.
about his lips on my neck, his hands on my skin, his hard body against mine.
heart, if he finds out the truth…
romance set within the world of Inked Hearts*
cup on the table. Looks me in the eyes. Raises her brows. “Something you
want to say?”
moan like that again and I’m gonna be late for my one o’clock.”
sink into her lip. “Here?”
the bathroom in the back corner.
never wanted it that badly?”
She pulls her arm—the now tattooed one—over her chest. Wraps her fingers around
her other arm. “For a guy who doesn’t play games you’re taking your time
another sip. “I’ve never done the fuck buddy thing before.”
her head to one side. “Really?”
up her thumb and forefinger in the a
little gesture. “Okay. Well. I do like you, Walker. I already know
spreads to my ears. “That’s it?”
that you brag?”
was…” She takes a long sip. “It was the best sex I’ve had in a long
time. I’d like to do it again.”
it. We meet up. Do it again.”
is it this—” She motions to the table and the coffee. “Or is
it—” She puts her hand in the shape of a phone and brings it to her ear.
“Hey, Iris, babe, want to come over?
I’ve got an appointment at three, but I can squeeze in a few orgasms. We do
our thing, then I go home, and I call you the next time I’m in need of
We can make that a rule. No dates.”
are good. They help you outline your boundaries.”
help but smile.
sound like a shrink, don’t I?”
her tongue out no thanks. “Fine.
We won’t call them rules. We’ll call them—”
it what it is.”
It’s a rule.” She stirs her drink with her straw. “No one else.”
we… we can hang out as friends. But no dates. No roses or moonlit walks on the
beach. No romance.”
don’t do romance.”
believe me, because she nods. “We can call it off whenever. No questions
asked. No explanation required.”
I, um. I’m not sure how you seal this kind of agreement.”
“Let’s stick with this.” She offers her hand.
to the clock on the wall. “You’re gonna be late.”
know.” I pull my cell from my pocket and slide it to her.
it up, punches in her number, sends a text to herself.
buzzes in her backpack.
my cell back to me.
call. I want some of that sugar, but first I need to brag about how great I was
the other night.
curl into a smile. “I think I nailed you.”
herself to her feet and slings her backpack over her shoulder. “I’ll see
you soon, Walker Williams.”
I’ll see you soon, Iris—”
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