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

minute of the one time he could fuck her, either. And if she was in the mood to tease, he was going to tease.
    He upped the ante, slipping a hand down her shorts, beneath her panties, slicking his finger against her silky skin. Fuck, he wanted her now. But he also wanted to see her, all of her, lying naked and waiting for him, spread open on that beautiful white bed.
    He found her clit and twirled his fingertip around it. “I’m going to make sure your pussy is all juicy and swollen for me.” He stuck a finger inside her.
    She squealed that same squeal of fear, delight, and need he recalled from the closet. That sound was the sound he was chasing. He thrust his finger into her again and she pressed her lips against his shoulder, muffling her cry.
    “You like that, Dirty Girl?”
    She moaned into his shoulder, her strangled breath the only answer he needed to hear.
    “You are so tight.” He continued to slide his finger in and out. “My cock is wailing to be inside you.”
    The doors opened with a ding as if luck were answering his prayers.
    He stepped back so she could gather herself, while he tried to put himself together, too. He would keep this a secret. He would obey her every rule.
    But God, did he want to carry her to their room with her legs wrapped around his waist, kissing her until both of them became so lost that only the touch of the other would help them to be found again.
    “Oh no,” Valerie groaned as they stepped out of the elevator.
    He noticed the cause of her distress. The housekeeping cart was parked in front of their room, a vacuum blaring inside.
    Fuck.
    “We forgot the necktie.” She attempted to smile. She took a deep breath even though he could sense her whole body shaking at the speed of a rabbit’s heart.
    No. Nothing was getting in the way of fucking her, this minute. Soon was not good enough. Now was the only choice.
    “Ice and vending?” he asked, indicating the sign on the wall.
    “Are you serious?”
    He pressed his lips to her ear. “I know you’ve been fantasizing about me fucking you since last night. Do you really want to wait any longer?”
    It came out bolder than he’d intended, but it was better than his real thought. I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you since last night, and I am not waiting one more second.
    She paused and looked from their room to him and back again. Maybe he’d gone too far.
    “I can’t wait any longer,” she admitted, her eyes sheepish.
    Had he ever heard sweeter words? He dragged her down the hall in the direction of the arrow on the vending sign, anticipation making him lightheaded.
    They arrived at a fluorescent-lighted alcove. An ice machine and a Coke machine stood rumbling on either side of them.
    It wasn’t ideal. But there was a door they could close. They had enough room if they stood. “What do you think?”
    She considered their surroundings. He should have just slammed the door and started up with her again. He was trying to be polite, and his question was going to make her bail.
    “I’m more of a Pepsi girl”—she smiled slyly—“but what the hell?”
    Surprise filled him, but was quickly extinguished by yearning as he closed the door and set his sights on her. “I’m going to make you a Coke girl.”
    She glanced at the closed door.
    He pressed the back of his body against it. “No one is getting in here.” He would keep that promise, but his position made it so she would have to come to him. “Get over here so I can ride that first rule out of you, Dirty Girl.”
    Instead of complying, she pushed the button on the ice machine and took a few cubes into her hands. “Remember when we would slip these down each other’s shirts?”
    She made her way over and he pulled her in. “It’s not a memory anymore.” He took a cube from her hand and shoved it down the front of her shirt.
    She shrieked and jumped back. “You are not getting away with that.” She slipped the rest of the ice under his shirt, and he