Free Best Friends With Benefits (Most Likely To) by Candy Sloane Page A

commiserating on their lottery-level odds. Alec didn’t even bother to respond. At least he had a hot woman as his partner.
    At least he had a hot woman he was about to fuck.
    “We would have beaten you if we didn’t stop,” Val yelled to the bottom of Brandon’s shoes as he slugged through the obstacle. “Once a douchebag, always a douchebag.” She shook her head.
    “People don’t change.”
    “You have.”
    Outside, there was no doubt he had, but inside he wasn’t any different. He was still the guy who chose avoidance over pain. But she wasn’t asking for what was inside him, she wanted his body, and that he could give her.
    Her lips trembled, waiting for his response. He wanted to kiss her, but that was a rule. There were also people around, and that was another. He was surprised he was keeping them all straight because thinking of Val like this, seeing her like this, was making everything hazy, in a good way.
    The foghorn whistle announced the end of the race. The winners jumped up and down, hooted and slapped five.
    “Guess I’m buying you that room full of ribbons.”
    She staked her hand on top of his. “I don’t want anything I don’t work for.”
    All their words were innuendo now; all their movements were foreplay. He was going to make her work. That was for sure.
    “You’re okay with not staying for lunch?” As much as he wanted her, he wanted to be wanted by her even more.
    “If you’re hungry, we could get room service again,” she suggested, one eyebrow up.
    “I’m not hungry.”
    She ran a finger along the length of his cheek, innocent enough, but with everything that was between them she might as well have been stroking his cock with warm lube. “I am.”
    He moved her hand to his belt buckle. “Let’s get you fed.”

Chapter Seven
    Once the elevator doors closed and they were finally alone, he couldn’t wait anymore. He circled his arms around her waist and pressed his chest into the soft contours of her tits. He drove his cock against her leg feverishly, losing himself in the ache.
    His lips were desperate to go for hers. His need for them was almost stronger than the need pulsing through his cock, but he kissed her jaw instead. Lay hot, furious kisses all along the angle of her chin and into the soft skin at the tip of her neck.
    He cornered her against the wall. He couldn’t move his hands fast enough, his lips fast enough, his cock threatened to rip through his five-hundred-dollar jeans, but everything became this moment. Their two bodies searching desperately for any contact, any release—each other.
    “Reece is going to kill us.” Val laughed.
    “Fuck Reece.” Alec slid his tongue along her neck and urged his cock in to her with more force. “Feel how hard I am for you. What I’m going to fuck you with when we get back to our room.” He tilted his head back so he could see her big brown eyes. Craving the moment when his next words hit her, made her clit throb and her abdomen ache. “The only thing I’m thinking about is your tiny black shorts and lacy panties down around your ankles, your pink pussy stretching around me as I take you deep.”
    Her gaze darkened with desire.
    “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Dirty Girl?”
    Her answer came in the form of her hands slipping down from around his neck to the curve of his shoulders, to the sensitive bones at the base of his spine. Her demand came when she snaked them around to his stomach. Her fingers tormented the muscles of his abdomen. She toyed with his belt buckle as she drove her pubic bone into his cock.
    “If you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to fuck you right here.”
    She laughed, sticking a finger under his shirt and feathering it along the hair that led into his pants. “I’m pretty sure you want this to last longer than the two minutes it takes to get up to the fifth floor, don’t you?” Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks.
    He certainly did, but he also wasn’t going to waste a