“You’re overthinking this,” she says, lightly tapping my chest. “We had sex. Really, really great sex, but in the end, it doesn’t have to mean anything more than that. Stop trying to figure out where I fit into your life plan. I don’t. And that’s okay.”

I sit up, easing her upright along with me, and stumble my way through a decent response. “Oh, yeah, I absolutely know that. I just wanted to be sure we’re still on the same page.”

“Same page, huh?” she says, adjusting the sheet to cover her torso. “If by ‘same page’ you mean the attraction between us was bound to boil over, but our baseline is and will always be that we’re friends, then yes, we’re on the same page. This isn’t the beginning of our love story. We both know that.”

I nod. “Of course.”

She peers past me. “Isn’t it time for you to head into the office?”

“I was thinking I could work from home today. Maybe spend a little more time with you before you leave for class this afternoon. If you’re cool with that.”

She swallows, then smiles. “I’m cool with that. On one condition.”

“Anything.”

“I’d like you to demonstrate how much you love little pussy again.”

Hell yeah. With fucking pleasure.

I slide down the bed and roll onto my stomach, adjusting my body so I can accommodate the hard-on that inevitably followed Solange’s tantalizing request. “Drop the sheet and let me in between your thighs, then.”

Her breath hitches, and her eyes go cloudy. Slowly, she tugs the sheet down, teasing me as she reveals her breasts—first the tops, then the brown puckered nipples, then the soft undersides. Finally, goddamn finally, she pushes the sheet out of our way, her completely bare body splayed against my bed as though she were put on this earth to make my wettest dreams come true. My stomach clenches from the anticipation of pressing my mouth to her core and licking my way inside. I’m so turned on I can’t help grinding my cock against the mattress to chase a bit of friction for myself. “Open up for me, Solange. Please.”

She closes her eyes. As if she’s absorbing the barely contained desperation in my voice. Then she spreads her legs, bending her knees and digging her heels into the bed for support.

I breathe Solange in. Yes. This all-consuming lust makes sense to me. Attraction. Pheromones. The dopamine hit that goes along with being horny. It’s biology, plain and simple. My only job here is to drive her wild. I won’t stop until I make her come with my tongue. I needn’t worry about anything else. As she rightly pointed out, this isn’t the start of our love story. We’re just two people making each other feel good.

Best thing is, we’re in agreement on that.