“You still haven’t said anything. Tell me, or I stop,” I warn, hearing little delicious moans escape her, while her breathing gets ragged.

She’s so very close.

“I…”

The damn vixen licks her lips.

Oh, I will enjoy that mouth.

“You seemed nice,” she tells me, almost pleadingly. “I thought we could be…friends.”

I see the truth in her gaze, too. She genuinely believed I was a good guy, asking her to some party so we could be besties. Jesus, how did she remain this naive? What I’ve seen about her made it clear she’s sheltered, but that’s another level.

“We can be very good friends,” I assure her. “The best kind.”

That wrangles a sob from her lips, and then she’s screaming as she loses it, drenching my entire hand.

“That’s it, little ghost. You’re such a good girl to come for me like that.” I bring my hand to my lips, tasting her. “So very sweet. You wanna try?”

She just stares at me open-mouthed, so I take it as an invitation, sliding two fingers right to her tongue.

Claire shakes her head, jumping off the bar. “Oh my god, oh my god, I can’t believe we just did that!” she practically screams. “I can’t believe you did that to me! In public! And oh my god, Noah! I have a boyfriend, you idiot!”

I laugh while I watch her lose it. In truth, I’m pretty sure no one looked at us twice; we were pretty discreet, and for those thus inclined, there are far more interesting things happening upstairs. But now her little scene is drawing plenty of eyes.

“You weren’t thinking about Noah when you came for me,” I remind her. “In fact, I think you said Noah never made you come.”

“I’m not a cheat!” she screeches. “I’m not the kind of person who goes behind their boyfriend’s back! You had no right!”

That makes one of you, I want to tell her. But at the same time, it’s not my place to make her see what anyone with eyes can guess.

She doesn’t want her high school sweetheart, and he doesn’t want her either. He prefers sluts who give it up easily. As for her, I’m not quite sure what she wants yet. I am only certain that if it was him, she wouldn’t have moved to the other side of the country.

“You would have been a bit more convincing if you’d said all that before the orgasm,” I tell her with a shrug.

She groans, glaring at me. “I’m not playing this game. Leave me alone.”

Then she hurries her little ass away, and I let her walk. The sway of her hips as she rushes out is enough of a reward. Besides, I’ve had a taste. It’ll do for tonight.

10. Claire

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CLAIRE