Free Lust and Other Drugs by Saranna DeWylde Page A

Chase did too, but that’s where the waters got muddy. If they didn’t want
the rest of the trappings of a relationship, where were the lines?
    She knew he had to keep filming for Dreamed Desire, but
there were shoots of him with other women. Could she handle knowing that her
sex partner wasn’t just hers? Or would it matter because they’d always
been best friends? Anne hadn’t been jealous watching him on the site, but did
that change when he was fucking her too? Did she have the right to say she
didn’t want to share him?
    Anne wished she had definitive answers for those questions
but she didn’t, and she was very aware that while some things sounded perfectly
reasonable on paper, they weren’t always applicable in real life.
    “I was in the hot tub for way too long earlier. I’m going to
be all scaly if you make me get in again.”
    “Dr. Donovan prescribes another leisurely soak and a
full-body rubdown with the lotion of your choice.”
    Anne watched the easy smile light his face and it struck
something inside her. Something she didn’t want to acknowledge. Her fingers
were still twisting in the dark locks of hair that hung over his collar.
    Jesus, his mouth was made of sin no matter what expression
he wore on his face.
    “And if you get in the tub, I’ll go with you to that party.”
His hands were still on her hips and she was having trouble thinking about
anything besides the hard ridge of his cock against her pussy.
    She was still a bit sore from the night previous, even after
the soak, but Chase was a drug and she’d take another hit any way she could get
it.
    “I thought you had to study?”
    “I’ll study later and sleep when I’m dead.”
    He eased to the edge of the bed with Anne still wrapped
around him and stood, taking her with him. She squealed and clung more tightly,
loving the play of muscles rippling under her fingers.
    “No,” she squeaked. “I can’t get in with just my panties. I
want to wear them tonight.”
    “Fine. You don’t need them anyway.”
    “I thought you said you were going to keep your hands to
yourself?” Anne was having a hard time with that herself. Part of her just
wanted to say “fuck it all” and go with whatever happened, no matter the
consequences.
    “You’re right.” He deposited her on the mattress. “Better
find your suit.”
    “I left it outside.” Her cheeks colored and she felt stupid
for being embarrassed. After everything they’d already done together, Chase
knowing she’d been outside naked wasn’t even a drop in the bucket.
    “I’ll meet you in the tub.” He winked at her.
    Anne changed out on the deck, feeling exquisitely naughty.
She liked feeling so brazen and exposed. After all, getting caught naked had
already had its perks. She was definitely going to hold him to his promise of
the rubdown. Her skin would be as flaky as a good pie crust after a second dip.
    The water was still perfect but it didn’t soothe her as she’d
hoped. Anne was tempted to use the jets for a quick one-off so she could at
least maintain rational thought with Chase in the hot tub.
    But he was faster. He emerged from the house only seconds
after she’d decided to appropriate the jets for licentious use.
    Anne was sure she’d had blinders on growing up as she took
in his body. How had she slept comfortably next to that during their
secret sleepovers in high school? How had she cuddled up next to him on movie
nights and not noticed his biceps? The broad plane of his chest? That jaw that
was like granite?
    Or his cock, tool of the devil that it was, engineered
specifically to make her pussy ache every time she thought of it.
    He was so obviously and deliciously hard, his Speedo doing
nothing to hide his generous gifts.
    She bit her lip and was reminded again that if she kept
doing that, especially looking at Chase, she was going to bite it right off.
    He slid into the water next to her, his arms spread like
wings on the edge of the hot tub. “So, you