"Don't deny it. You want it." Killian said to me, stroking the nape of my neck with his thumb. His face is so close to mine and I forgot to breathe. I gasped when he pushed my dress higher, revealing my thighs to him and let his hands rest between my thighs. 

I tilted my head to the side to avoid his lustful gaze, penetrating deep into my soul. 

"Your body craves it." He said, firing kisses down my neck till his lips touched my hard, naked nipples. That sent shivers down my spine. My body erupted with goosebumps and I exhaled sharply. I want to speak, but I can't. He has that much effect on me. His tongue played with my nipples and I mewled. That felt so good. 

"You want me as much as I want you." He whispered with his lips pressed on my skin. I shouldn't be doing this. I know I should stay away from this man but how can I when he invades my thoughts daily? When he's the only one my body wants. It's frustrating because no matter how hard I try, I can't say no to him. And I am this close to making the worst mistake of my life. I swallowed, trying to fathom the words out.His fingers brushed my core and I jerked forward, pressing my body on his. 

"I don't want you." 

"You're lying." He said, playing with the strap of my thong with a lazy finger. My eyes rolled back in my socket with pleasure. I am lying but he's making it so hard.

"We shouldn't be doing this, Killian." Killian? Do I really have the right to call him that? 

"Give me one reason why and I won't touch you."

"Because you're my best friend's Fiance."

SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ

 I tap a pen on my desk, sighing each time it collides with table. The gentle thud it makes eases my nerves. Almost like my zippo does. 


 The open and slam of my door against the wall draws my attention from the pen to the door. 


 “Calling me at random hours is getting old, don’t you think?” I look at her. She’s standing in front of the door with her hips hung on one side and arms folded across her chest. Asami is wearing a free red dress. She tries to hide it but even I can tell her standing posture is feeble. 


 Natalie wants something different than I do. Believe it or not but I don’t want Asami dead. She is pretty slow to reasoning but I don’t even know if I should blame her for it because she’s an adult. 


 “Not talking to me? That’s pretty old too, don’t you think?” She advances forward, each step she takes makes a resounding clonk on the floor due to her heels. Should she be wearing that? 


CHAPTER 182