“As your friend,” I say, eyes fixed on her hips now and how she’s fucking my hand, “I think you should know you have the perfect pussy.”

She grasps the hand that was stroking her cheek and turns her head to pull my index finger into her mouth. She licks then closes her mouth around it and sucks. Pleasure barrels down my spine, and I imagine her on my cock, the suction, how hot she’d look with her lips stretched over me.

Without meaning to, I’ve increased the pace of my hand, fucking her deeper and harder with my fingers. Her teeth scrape my knuckle and she gasps, her whole body tensing before she finally lets go and her orgasm pulses around my fingers.

I turn my touch gentle. Slow. I’m guiding her down, reluctant to pull away until I have to.

When she opens her eyes, they’re foggy with lust and there’s a small, satisfied smile on her lips. “You’re one hell of a friend.”

I smirk. “Told you so.”

She removes my hand from her pants, and I groan. I could touch her all night, but if playtime must be over . . .

I lift my fingers to my mouth and suck off the taste of her. She watches me with wide eyes and releases a little whimper that speaks volumes. I’m not the only one who wants more tonight.

Sitting up, she turns to face me on the couch and slides a hand down my chest to my stomach. “Your turn?”

I push off the couch and adjust myself in my jeans. I’m so fucking hard right now. “I should go.”

“Are you sure? I can . . .” She shakes her head, and I can see her scrambling to decide what she’s okay with. How far we can go within her rules. “I can return the favor.”

I brace a hand on either side of her on the back of the couch, then lean forward until my lips are almost touching hers. “Next time you touch me, Shay, it won’t be because you’re returning a favor. It will be because you want to. Full stop. No hesitation.”

“I . . .”

I pull away. Last time I got her off, we switched gears so fast that I couldn’t even enjoy how beautiful she looked all flushed and satisfied. Today, I want to take a picture and frame it above my bed. “I’ll see you Sunday.”

She blinks at me. “Sunday?”

“Jackson family Easter dinner. At the cabin.” I smile and look her over, thinking of tequila and drinking games, first kisses and crossing lines. I can see in her eyes that she’s thinking about those things too. “I’m really looking forward to it.”

Shay