Free Bad Boys Online by Erin McCarthy

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    Settling himself up against her back, Mack stroked her smooth thighs. His body responded instantly and a huge boner was pressing into her backside in less than thirty seconds.
    He couldn’t help himself. She did things to him, made him feel a way he never had.
    When she woke up, he was going to tell her that he’d fallen in love with her.
    No time like the present. Dusting a kiss on her shoulder, he reached around and slid a finger inside her, then back out, teasing her clit.
    He felt her body swell and moisten. Her eyes popped open.
    “Mack,” she murmured, her voice heavy with sleep. “It’s too early.”
    “Then why are you wet?” He sucked her earlobe.
    Already her body was rocking against his hand, her breath hitching.
    “I’m not,” she insisted. “I’m still asleep.”
    “Then you must having a damn good dream.”
    Kindra’s fingers clenched the sheet as she moved faster against him.
    Mack added a second finger and sent her over the edge. She shuddered and relaxed back on the pillow.
    “Mmmm.”
    “My thoughts exactly.” He rubbed his lips across her cheek and pulled his hand back.
    “So what are your plans for the day?” He pictured snuggling half the day away, maybe grabbing some lunch and a movie, sharing a shower. Stopping by his apartment for fresh clothes and his toothbrush, then hightailing it back to Kindra’s for another night together.
    Driving in to work together tomorrow.
    Kindra stiffened. “Today? Oh, I have… things to do.”
    “What things?” He didn’t like the sound of that. “I could do them with you.”
    “No, no.” Now she scooted away from him and sat up, hugging the sheet around herself. “It’s girl stuff.”
    Confused, a feeling of foreboding creeping over him, Mack said, “What girl things? Like buying tampons or something? That doesn’t bother me.”
    Well, actually it did, but if that meant he could spend the day with Kindra, he could tolerate the whole heavy versus light flow conversation.
    She turned back to him. “Mack…”
    Foreboding was no longer creeping up. It was flat out biting him on the ass. There was an “I’m sorry” coming here, he just knew it.
    “Look, I’m sorry, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to see each other again.”
    “ What? ” Now he sat straight up. What the hell was she talking about? He had just decided they were perfect for each other. She couldn’t possibly mean that their one night stand was a real, honest to God, one night stand.
    “This was fabulous, really, an amazing night, but that’s all it was. You know that.”
    He didn’t know that. God, he felt so cheap, so used. Baffled, he gaped at her.
    Gently, she gave him a small smile, clutching the sheet across her chest. “Your twelve hours is up.”
    His own words thrown back at him. Mack struggled for composure even though his chest felt like someone had dug her fist in and ripped out his heart.
    He’d thought there was something there, that sometimes Kindra had looked at him with tenderness. That the things they’d done were so much more than sex. They’d been intimate, personal.
    Obviously he had been completely wrong.
    “Do you want some breakfast before you go?”
    Her back was exposed, creamy white flesh mocking him, taunting him as she looked at him over her shoulder. Her beauty nearly undid him.
    But he’d be damned if he’d grovel or cry. Somehow he’d get out of this with his dignity intact.
    “No, thanks.” Like he was going to sit there in the kitchen and eat some freaking eggs while she wished him gone.
    “Did I prove my point?” he asked roughly.
    Her little pink tongue slipped out and licked her lip. “Oh, yeah, you proved it. This was much, much better than cyber sex.”
    It was something.
    Not what he wanted, but something. And at least he could be comforted by the fact that he hadn’t blurted out his feelings and suffered extra humiliation as she let him down gently.
    Nor would he follow her around like a dog after