Well Built
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Considering our earlier conversation about your sex life, or lack thereof, I think you should think of this as fate. Divine intervention, if you will. She added a devil emoji to emphasize her point.
She was seriously equating her vehicle dying on her as divine intervention? OMG, did you do something to my car before I left for the city today?
What? No, of course not. LOL. I’m telling you, having your car break down in the city, while you’re with Kyle, happened for a reason. Don’t question it, Ella. Just go and fuck Kyle’s brains out, enjoy the orgasms, and come back tomorrow relaxed with a euphoric smile on your face. You’re long overdue, and I’m betting he’d be more than happy to end your dry spell.
Thank you for your sage advice, she texted back, trying to be sarcastic when, in reality, her body wasn’t completely opposed to the idea of a few orgasms with a real-life man. This real-life man. Since her breakup with Tucker, there hadn’t been any guy who’d sparked her interest physically. But one kiss with Kyle, and her libido had been reignited. Was she capable of a one-night stand with him? Because that’s certainly all it could be for either of them.
Her phone pinged with another incoming text from Claire. Look, there is nothing wrong with a little recreational sex. It’s natural and healthy to be sexually active, and your happy vagina will thank you for it tomorrow.
A snort of laughter escaped Ella before she could stop it, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kyle turn his attention to her while she ended her conversation with Claire. We are done with this discussion. I’ll keep you posted on what’s going on with the car in the morning, and when I’ll be back.
Have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Which leaves your options (and your legs) pretty wide open!
Shaking her head, Ella put her phone back into her purse and glanced at Kyle, who’d propped a hip against her car and was watching her much too intently—his stare speculative and his full lips even more pronounced against his trimmed beard. He was done with his phone call, as well, and as their gazes met and held, the exchange she’d just had with Claire played out in her mind—featuring vivid, erotic images of Kyle’s mouth buried between her thighs as he pleasured her, and those strong, corded forearms braced beside her as he drove his cock into her, hard and deep, while her body clasped tight around him.
Her sex pulsed in a brazen hell yeah, and to her horror, a small, needy whimper escaped her throat. Damn Claire for planting those ideas in her head!
“Everything okay?” Kyle asked, a brow raised.
She wasn’t sure if he was referring to the sex noise she’d just made or the conversation she’d just had with her best friend. She wasn’t going to cop to either. “Everything is good.”
He crossed his arms casually over his chest. “The tow truck is ten minutes away. As soon as they have your car hooked up, we can head to my place for the night . . . and bed,” he added, his slow smile downright sinful.
Her disloyal nipples tightened hopefully. She knew he was teasing her because of her earlier comment, but now she couldn’t think of anything but being in his bed. Ella had no idea how tonight was going to play out, but she suddenly wasn’t so opposed to Claire’s naughty suggestion of one night of hot, anything-goes sex with Kyle.
He wasn’t a stranger, but a man she knew and trusted and was still strongly attracted to. And most importantly, come the morning, there would be no unrealistic expectations of anything more.
Chapter Six
Kyle didn’t expect it to be so difficult to try and sleep knowing that Ella was lying in the guest room right next to his. So damn close yet not nearly close enough. As he stared up at the ceiling, wide-awake¸ all he could think about was having her in his bed, moaning softly beneath him as he sank into her sweet, lush body to ease the ache of wanting her. And he was pretty sure he could have easily persuaded her to join him, considering the flirty innuendos she’d issued when they’d finally gotten back to his place once her car was taken care of for the night.
But while he’d bantered easily with her and engaged in her subtle—and adorable—come-ons, he’d ultimately resisted her and kept his hands to himself, one of the single most difficult things he’d ever done. Instead of taking her up on her no-strings offer to diffuse the sexual tension between them with a mutually satisfying fuck, he’d given her a comfortable shirt of his to wear to bed and sent her off to the guest room to sleep. The flash of disappointment he’d seen in her eyes had nearly destroyed his resolve to keep his hands off her.
He’d promised Ella he wouldn’t take advantage of her or the situation, and he was trying to be an honorable kind of guy. But his unruly dick, which was currently tenting the sheet draped over his hips, was protesting his decision, big-time, and mocking him for being a fool and giving up a sure thing. And every time he closed his eyes in an attempt to sleep, his brain taunted him with all the filthy things he’d like to do to Ella, and with her, given the chance.
Jesus, he was so fucked, and not in a good way.
Knowing he wasn’t going to get any rest until he gave into his dick’s demand to take the edge off, he pushed off the sheet, and since he slept naked, he wrapped his fingers around his stiff length. He closed his eyes to conjure up those dirty thoughts—his favorite being Ella on her knees sucking him off slow and deep—and just as he started to stroke, he heard the door next to his room click open, then the soft padding of footsteps on the wooden floor as Ella headed down the hallway.
His hand stilled as he listened, wanting to make sure that everything was okay with her. Five minutes passed, then ten, and when he didn’t hear her return to her room, he decided to go and investigate. Luckily, his erection had subsided during the wait, and he got out of bed and pulled on a pair of black boxer briefs.
He found her in the dining room, standing in front of a window in the dark that overlooked Lake Shore Drive. The hem of the button-down T-shirt he’d given her to wear ended mid-thigh, and it looked damned good on her. He was pretty sure it would look even better in a heap on his bedroom floor, and her absolutely naked.
She seemed so lost in thought that he was extra-careful not to startle her as he came up beside her where the moon illuminated her pale skin and glossed over her silky dark hair. “Hey,” he said softly. “Is everything okay?”
She was seriously equating her vehicle dying on her as divine intervention? OMG, did you do something to my car before I left for the city today?
What? No, of course not. LOL. I’m telling you, having your car break down in the city, while you’re with Kyle, happened for a reason. Don’t question it, Ella. Just go and fuck Kyle’s brains out, enjoy the orgasms, and come back tomorrow relaxed with a euphoric smile on your face. You’re long overdue, and I’m betting he’d be more than happy to end your dry spell.
Thank you for your sage advice, she texted back, trying to be sarcastic when, in reality, her body wasn’t completely opposed to the idea of a few orgasms with a real-life man. This real-life man. Since her breakup with Tucker, there hadn’t been any guy who’d sparked her interest physically. But one kiss with Kyle, and her libido had been reignited. Was she capable of a one-night stand with him? Because that’s certainly all it could be for either of them.
Her phone pinged with another incoming text from Claire. Look, there is nothing wrong with a little recreational sex. It’s natural and healthy to be sexually active, and your happy vagina will thank you for it tomorrow.
A snort of laughter escaped Ella before she could stop it, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kyle turn his attention to her while she ended her conversation with Claire. We are done with this discussion. I’ll keep you posted on what’s going on with the car in the morning, and when I’ll be back.
Have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Which leaves your options (and your legs) pretty wide open!
Shaking her head, Ella put her phone back into her purse and glanced at Kyle, who’d propped a hip against her car and was watching her much too intently—his stare speculative and his full lips even more pronounced against his trimmed beard. He was done with his phone call, as well, and as their gazes met and held, the exchange she’d just had with Claire played out in her mind—featuring vivid, erotic images of Kyle’s mouth buried between her thighs as he pleasured her, and those strong, corded forearms braced beside her as he drove his cock into her, hard and deep, while her body clasped tight around him.
Her sex pulsed in a brazen hell yeah, and to her horror, a small, needy whimper escaped her throat. Damn Claire for planting those ideas in her head!
“Everything okay?” Kyle asked, a brow raised.
She wasn’t sure if he was referring to the sex noise she’d just made or the conversation she’d just had with her best friend. She wasn’t going to cop to either. “Everything is good.”
He crossed his arms casually over his chest. “The tow truck is ten minutes away. As soon as they have your car hooked up, we can head to my place for the night . . . and bed,” he added, his slow smile downright sinful.
Her disloyal nipples tightened hopefully. She knew he was teasing her because of her earlier comment, but now she couldn’t think of anything but being in his bed. Ella had no idea how tonight was going to play out, but she suddenly wasn’t so opposed to Claire’s naughty suggestion of one night of hot, anything-goes sex with Kyle.
He wasn’t a stranger, but a man she knew and trusted and was still strongly attracted to. And most importantly, come the morning, there would be no unrealistic expectations of anything more.
Chapter Six
Kyle didn’t expect it to be so difficult to try and sleep knowing that Ella was lying in the guest room right next to his. So damn close yet not nearly close enough. As he stared up at the ceiling, wide-awake¸ all he could think about was having her in his bed, moaning softly beneath him as he sank into her sweet, lush body to ease the ache of wanting her. And he was pretty sure he could have easily persuaded her to join him, considering the flirty innuendos she’d issued when they’d finally gotten back to his place once her car was taken care of for the night.
But while he’d bantered easily with her and engaged in her subtle—and adorable—come-ons, he’d ultimately resisted her and kept his hands to himself, one of the single most difficult things he’d ever done. Instead of taking her up on her no-strings offer to diffuse the sexual tension between them with a mutually satisfying fuck, he’d given her a comfortable shirt of his to wear to bed and sent her off to the guest room to sleep. The flash of disappointment he’d seen in her eyes had nearly destroyed his resolve to keep his hands off her.
He’d promised Ella he wouldn’t take advantage of her or the situation, and he was trying to be an honorable kind of guy. But his unruly dick, which was currently tenting the sheet draped over his hips, was protesting his decision, big-time, and mocking him for being a fool and giving up a sure thing. And every time he closed his eyes in an attempt to sleep, his brain taunted him with all the filthy things he’d like to do to Ella, and with her, given the chance.
Jesus, he was so fucked, and not in a good way.
Knowing he wasn’t going to get any rest until he gave into his dick’s demand to take the edge off, he pushed off the sheet, and since he slept naked, he wrapped his fingers around his stiff length. He closed his eyes to conjure up those dirty thoughts—his favorite being Ella on her knees sucking him off slow and deep—and just as he started to stroke, he heard the door next to his room click open, then the soft padding of footsteps on the wooden floor as Ella headed down the hallway.
His hand stilled as he listened, wanting to make sure that everything was okay with her. Five minutes passed, then ten, and when he didn’t hear her return to her room, he decided to go and investigate. Luckily, his erection had subsided during the wait, and he got out of bed and pulled on a pair of black boxer briefs.
He found her in the dining room, standing in front of a window in the dark that overlooked Lake Shore Drive. The hem of the button-down T-shirt he’d given her to wear ended mid-thigh, and it looked damned good on her. He was pretty sure it would look even better in a heap on his bedroom floor, and her absolutely naked.
She seemed so lost in thought that he was extra-careful not to startle her as he came up beside her where the moon illuminated her pale skin and glossed over her silky dark hair. “Hey,” he said softly. “Is everything okay?”
