Continuation 6

No matter what I feel. He's my friend and business partner. If it went badly with Ainsley, it would ruin everything."

So you have feelings for her?" my dad asks. "It's not just a physical thing?"

"Oh hell, I'm not discussing this with you guys anymore," I say, the screech of the stool my exiting bell.

Walking into the den, I find Ainsley on the sofa, all alone. Today is supposed to be a celebration—a happy day, but instead, she looks sad and lonely. All I ever want is to see her smile. She looks up at me, and the feel of her lips on mine flashes through my mind.

She stands up, biting her bottom lip. "I hope we can save our friendship," she says. "It's important to me."

I take Ainsley by the elbow, leading her down into a little hallway for some privacy. The last thing we need is to have someone overhear. "You have a date?"

I don't think I've ever spoken to her in this harsh tone before, but she looks prepared to give it right back to me. Her hand finds her hip. Someone needs to do a study on why women's hands fly to their hips when they're pissed or annoyed with men.

Her silent glare increases my level of pissed off tenfold. "Do you feel this with him?"

Pulling her close, I don't kiss her. I just let her feel the heat pulsing between our bodies. She doesn't answer, but I can see her mind spinning. But there's only one thing on my mind.

"Fuck it," I say, slamming my mouth to hers, claiming what is mine and trying to erase any memories she might have of any other man. From the way her hands are sliding all over my body, I'd say I'm pretty damn successful in my efforts.

My hands slide down to her hips, pulling her closer. Neither of us seem to care that we're in my parents' house, that Brody and Skye are just outside. It's not the thrill that we might get caught driving me. It's simply the thrill of being with her. I can't stop. I've been wanting her for too long.

Her hips grind against me, her heat calling me. Daring me to take this further. I hear the back door open and close, the commotion from the party stopping me.

Ainsley pulls back and straightens her hair, gasping. Her tits rise and fall as she tries to catch her breath. The first time we kissed, we were both in shock it actually happened. This time, we both know this won't be the last time.

I hear Skye's voice asking where we are. Ainsley takes a few steps in that direction. I know she needs to go before we get caught, but still, I whisper, "Wait."

She saunters off, throwing me a smile over her shoulder. "I don't have a date