Page 20 of The Best Friend Problem
She smiled, cupping his jaw with a gentle hand. “It won’t.”
“Are you sure?”
“Friends can have sex and still stay friends.”
He scoffed. “I’m fairly certain there’s about a dozen movies that prove that theory wrong.”
“I didn’t realize you were so well versed in Romcoms.” She leaned down, brushing her lips across his in the barest of kisses. “We’re solid, Finn. Nothing can break us. We’re both consenting adults, and we know this isn’t going any further than tonight.”
“Things won’t get weird?”
She shook her head. “No weirdness. I promise. Now, get those pants off, and let me see what the big fuss is all about.”
“Oooh, I like it when you get all bossy on me.”
She laughed as he rolled them over, rising from the bed and grasping the button of his jeans. He shucked his pants and boxers in one move, tossing the clothing across the room. He stood in front of Pru, aroused and at full attention.
“Hello, Finn’s Fun Boy.”
“Oh God, please don’t call my dick that.”
She giggled. “Well, can you blame me? Look at it!”
He’d rather look at her. Naked. She had far too many clothes on. He was starting to feel like this whole situation was a bit one-sided.
“So what nicknames do your good parts have?”
Her gaze drifted from his painfully hard erection to his face. “Good parts?”
He lifted one shoulder. “Let’s start with the breasts.”
“They don’t have nicknames.”
Bending down, he grasped the bottom of her shirt, tugging the soft material. “Good. Then I get to name them.”
She lifted up, allowing him easier access to strip the shirt from her, leaving her in a simple beige cotton bra. She quickly rid herself of it in that magic way women had of removing undergarments before a man could blink.
“Well?” she asked, her hands twisting nervously in the bedding as she glanced at him, brown eyes filled with excitement.
“Magnificent.” The word left him without a thought because that’s exactly what she was.
He leaned down, capturing one stiff, peaked nipple between his lips. Pru cried out, grasping his head with her hands, pressing him closer, encouraging his movements. He spent long, delicious minutes worshipping the bounty that was her breasts before working his way down her stomach. He paused at her hips, fingers quickly working the fastening of her jeans and pulling them down her legs.
“Shit,” she muttered. “My underwear doesn’t match.”
Seriously? Did women think men cared about underwear fashion? He sure as hell didn’t mind if she wore a beige bra with blue panties. As long as she gave him permission to take them off, she could wear polka dot boxers for all the shits he gave.
“You’re beautiful, Pru.”
She smiled at his compliment, lifting her hip in an invitation he would never refuse. His fingers tucked into the sides of her panties, drawing them down her legs and tossing them…somewhere. Who the hell cared?
The sharp yapping of a tiny pup permeated the thick fog of lust filling Finn’s brain.
“Oh crap.”
He turned to see Bruiser running in circles, a pair of blue panties covering her eyes.
“Oh no!” Pru covered her mouth, laughter escaping between her fingers as she stared at the poor, temporarily blind pup.
