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“What makes you think I’m lying to you?” he asked, furrowing his brow.

I chuckled. “Oh, come on, Holmes,” I said. “We both know you don’t want to fuck me. I’m Lucy’s best friend. You know, the girl you tormented practically her whole life.”

“Just because I want to fuck you doesn’t mean I like you.” His words were clipped, as though he was struggling with saying them himself. His hands hung loosely from the pockets of his slacks, but his pale green eyes were fixed on me and were dangerous. They pinned me to my spot. “Nothing has to change between us. Just our physical relationship.”

“I don’t understand,” I said slowly.

He glanced upward, sighing with exasperation. “Why am I not surprised?” he muttered.

“Yeah, taking shots at my intelligence really makes me wet.” I snorted. “Keep going.”

“So is that a yes?” he asked.

I laughed. Then I stopped. His relaxed face, his calculating eyes, nothing screamed like he was making a joke. Then again, Dan Holmes was not the sort of guy who made jokes. It just didn’t happen.

“Well?” he pushed.

I swallowed, my pelvis pulsing with desire. I knew what my body wanted.

But me?

I wasn’t so sure about me.

6

Sam

Dan didn’t waitfor my answer. He grabbed my upper arms and backed me up until my back hit the wall. I let out a soft grunt, tilting my head up.

Before I could say anything, to tell him to let me go, his mouth was on mine. I opened my mouth immediately for him. I couldn’t reject him even if I wanted. Even though I did.

Dan was the last person I should have been getting involved with. Besides the fact that I desperately hated him, he was a professional hockey player and probably slept with a bunch of girls in one week. Granted, from what I remember of him in school, he didn’t date around that much, and when he did, he was pretty serious about who he did.

It wasn’t long before my pajamas hit the floor and I was naked in front of Dan once more. It took more time for him to undress only because it was more difficult to unbutton things, pull things off, and move him around.

Once we were both naked, he turned me around and placed one hand on my upper back, pushing me down until my hands found the wall to help me remain steady. I heard the crinkle of foil tearing open and after a moment, he slammed into me.

I let out a cry, but he didn’t seem to care. He continued to thrust inside of me. One hand held on to my waist while the other slapped my ass.

I gasped, my eyes snapping open.

I had never been spanked in a sexual context before.

My pelvis thrummed as my pleasure increased dramatically.

“You like that?” he asked. “Yeah, you like that.”

I couldn’t respond. I moaned.

He slapped me again. Continued to thrust, somehow increasing his depth inside of me to the point where it hurt slightly.

This had never happened before. Normally, I would have to play with myself before anything could happen, before I could even reach climax, let alone experience it.

And yet, the combination of Dan’s cock inside of me and his hand administering light pain caused me to want to release.

“Don’t hold back,” he said, as though he could read my mind. I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. He was a wizard on the ice and in the bedroom. “Come for me.”

And I did.