I am truly no better than a man.

  “What?” He narrows his eyes at me, catching me staring at him.

  I shake my head and pick up the glass of wine I ordered. “You’re just…very nice to look at.”

  What I’d really like to say is I want to lick every fucking inch of you.

  The bar is dimly lit but I can still see the look on his face as he leans against the back of the barstool and preens. I giggle into my wine, starting to feel the drinks from dinner and the two I’ve had since we got here. “You are the most beautiful woman here.” He rubs a hand slowly down my arm and lets it land on my thigh. I try my best not to react by squeezing them together. “I’ve caught more than one man staring at you.”

  “You sure they don’t recognize you and they’re just trying to place you?” I know Theo still gets recognized from time to time even if it’s not as often as he used to.

  He sits up and leans forward, his face barely an inch from mine. “They are definitely not looking at me.” He leans closer, ghosting his lips against mine, and a sigh escapes my lips in response to the spark that shoots through me. My heart is racing by the time he pulls back and I turn my eyes to the glass in front of me draining the contents in one gulp because fuck fuck fuck.

  I absolutely cannot be falling for Theo.

  It’s just the alcohol. And the great sex, I try to tell my brain and my heart that seem to be getting more confused by the second.

  The feeling of my chair moving breaks my thoughts and I notice that Theo has dragged my stool closer to him so our thighs are almost touching.

  “What are you thinking about?” He asks and I glance at him nervously, trying to calm my racing heart. “You seem nervous.” His voice is low and moves through my whole body causing a dull pulse between my legs. His cologne, sexy and masculine swirls around me, and combined with the low lighting of the bar and the light music playing, it’s the most carnal aphrodisiac.

  Maybe I could just climb into his lap.

  “Do you want me to tell you what I’m thinking?” He asks and I realize I never answered his question. I nod, not knowing what my voice will sound like or if the words that leave my mouth would be, ‘Fuck me on this bar right now, please.’

  “That I wish we’d just gone back to the room after dinner because I can’t stop thinking about fucking you in only those sexy as fuck heels.” My toes attempt to curl in my shoes in response to his words. “That I want to eat your cunt until you fucking scream.”

  Jesus Christ.

  “And that I really want to fuck your ass tonight.” My eyes widen just as the bartender approaches us.

  “Can I get you some more wine?” he interrupts and I’m grateful for it.

  “Tequila,” I blurt out because the wine is making me feel warm and clearly nasty Avery has to make an appearance tonight. “Please.”

  “Make it two, whichever is your best,” I hear from next to me and I turn my gaze to his.

  “Did you bring lube?” He nods, just before he drains the rest of his whiskey. “Someone’s presumptuous.”

  “I like to think of it as prepared.”

  “I’ve never done…that.”

  His eyes soften and the lust leaves them filling instead with sincerity. “Baby, we don’t have to if—”

  “No, I didn’t mean that. I just mean, be gentle.” I giggle nervously.

  His eyes look serious and he doesn’t laugh with me. “I would never hurt you.” I bite my bottom lip at the double meaning I swear I hear in his words. “I’ll make it good for you.” His promise is laced with sex and I’m grateful for the tiny glasses of the clear liquid placed in front of us.

  “Should we take these?”

  “It’s your world.” He smiles as he lifts the glass, removing the lime from the side. The salt is already on the rims of both making it easy to take the shot without dumping salt everywhere. We take them and I scrunch my face before sucking the lime into my mouth. I drop it into the glass before turning to Theo who’s watching me intently and I lean forward, wanting to taste him instead. His lips meet mine after no more than a second and my hand moves up his thigh slowly, trying my best not to alert the whole bar that I plan to rub my hand over his dick.

  “Avery,” he warns.

  “Mmm, yes, Daddy?” I graze my knuckles over his covered cock, and I feel it jerk under my hands. The word falls from my lips with ease making me wonder if the tequila has hit me already.

  He growls against my lips but he makes no effort to move my hand. “We should go.”

  “Why? I’m having fun.” I pull away from his lips and trail them down his neck before pulling back, dragging my hand along his thigh before putting it back in my lap.

  He rubs his forehead before dragging his hand down his face. “Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard.” He half laughs like he’s shocked at himself and a smile spreads across my face.

  “Alright, just let me use the ladies’ room and then we can go back to the hotel?”

  His eyes just drag over me, lingering on my chest for a second before meeting my eyes. “Whatever you want, baby.”

  Him. We want HIM, my entire body practically screams.

  “Be right back.” I get off the stool and press my lips to his before making my way towards the bathroom, very certain that his eyes are glued to me as I walk away.

  A few minutes later, I am staring in the mirror as I reapply my lipstick for whatever reason knowing that it’s about to be smeared everywhere.

  I’m grateful for the moments of peace in the bathroom because I’m starting to pace thinking about how things are changing between Theo and I. I’m getting in fucking deep and pretty soon I’m not going to be able to pull myself out of it.

  Lucas may not take it so bad…?

  Yeah, fucking right, Avery. He’s going to lose his shit.

  I put a hand to my chest, my heart beginning to race at the thought of losing my best friend. Losing him but still having to see him all the time because I’m. Dating. His. Dad.

  You know what, this whole argument might be pointless because Theo will never tell Lucas. So, this is just a fun little secret that I’ll be keeping until the end of time.

  Ugh.

  I make my way out of the bathroom, not looking where I’m going, and walk right into a wall of very hard unfamiliar muscle. His hands find my forearms and I look up to see a guy that’s probably in his mid-thirties.

  “Oh, I’m sorry.” He’s attractive objectively and if I wasn’t so obsessed with my best friend’s dad, I may be able to appreciate it more. His brown eyes are warm and a smile finds his face.

  “No need for apologies. A woman as gorgeous as you bumping into a guy—well, I should be thanking you.” He lets me go and I give him a polite smile.

  “Thank you.” I go to move down the hallway when he speaks again.

  “The guy you’re with…” he starts and when I turn around his eyes drop to my hand, “I don’t see a ring on your finger, so I assume he’s not your husband.”

  “Not yet.” I hear Theo’s voice from behind me and then his hand snakes around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Theo moves to stand next to me and rubs my waist, holding me tighter against him. “Everything okay here?”

  I nod, my voice having left me after hearing him say, “Not yet.”

  Not yet?

  “You ready to go?” He looks at me before his eyes turn to the guy, looking him up and down once. The guy clears his throat and moves around us leaving us alone in the hallway outside of the bathroom. Theo narrows his eyes, following after him. “I told you everyone was looking at you,” he says before he turns his gaze back to mine.

  “Not yet?” I blurt out, not giving a shit about who’s looking at me.

  His lips find my neck as he whispers in my ear. “I was making a point.” Goosebumps instantly pop up all over my flesh.

  “Which is?”

  “That you’re spoken for.”

  “Am I?”

  He narrows his eyes with a look of confusion and maybe also a little irritation. “Are you what?”

  “Spoken for.”

  “We’ve been over this. Yes. You’re fucking mine, Avery, just like I’m yours.”

  “But no one knows that.” I blink at him.

  “Okay…?” He boxes me against the wall, pressing his strong hard body against mine with his hands above my head. “We’ve talked about this.”

  “I know.” The tequila is starting to settle in and the course of this conversation is going to push me to tears if I don’t change it.

  “Why do I get the feeling you want to talk about it again?”

  A flicker of hope washes over me and I do my best not to fixate on it because this wasn’t the plan. “Are you open to talking about it again?”

  His eyes trace my face and then his hands find my cheeks. “Do you know what that means?”

  I nod again, the tears finding my eyes. I feel like he might be telling me this is over because no one was ever supposed to know. That was the deal.

  “I just know myself and…I’m just going to get,” I swallow trying to rid the ball of emotion sitting in the back of my throat, “attached.” The tequila is making me honest and I capitalize on the moment. “I won’t be able to hide my feelings forever.” And even though we are in a bar where anyone could turn the corner and witness what’s happening, a tear begins to slide down my face despite my efforts to stop it.

  “Please don’t cry.” He presses his forehead to mine and rubs his thumb gently along my cheek to collect the stray tear. “Fuck, how did we get here?”

  I sniffle. “I don’t know.”

  “We should go,” he says, sealing his comment with a kiss to my lips and guiding me out of the restaurant.

  We didn’t say anything on the five-minute walk back to the hotel and by the time we are alone in the elevator, I feel like I could climb out of my fucking skin. “Say something,” he says as he reaches for my hand and clasps it with mine.

  “Like…?” I want to be with you and that scares the shit out of me? I reach for the lapel of his shirt and bring him closer. “I want you inside of me.”

  “Don’t you think we should talk before we do that?”

  “We can talk after,” I tell him because if this is the end of us, we should at least go out with a bang, right?

  He picks me up again, reminiscent of that first night when he carried me out of the elevator and sets me on my feet when we get to the door. He pushes me against it and stares down at me. “Avery.”

  “Theo.”

  “I’m already fucking attached.”

  “What does that mean?” I whisper, wanting to make sure I’m not misunderstanding.

  “It means we’re going to fuck now because my dick is hard and your pussy is wet and we need a clear head for this conversation. Then we’re going to talk and then we’re going to fuck again.”

  The door has barely shut behind us and I already have her pressed against the wall, my hands touching every inch of her skin that’s exposed. I lift her into my arms and her legs immediately move around my waist. I rock against her, pushing my dick against her barely covered cunt feeling the heat of her against me. “Theo.” She moans just as I drag my tongue over the tops of her tits. With her legs wrapped around me and the way I’m holding her against the wall with my body, I have a free hand to lower one of the straps of her dress exposing her breasts and her gorgeous nipples. I press my mouth to one of them, sucking it into my mouth and biting down gently causing her to cry out. “Oh God!”

  I suck harder, palming the other one all while still rocking against her and she moves her hips against me, trying to hit my dick with each jerk of her hips.

  I drag my lips from her nipple and drag my nose up her skin, her perfume and the scent of her arousal surrounding me and making me feel even more drunk than I think I might be.

  I want her so fucking bad and it’s to the point where I don’t know if I care about the repercussions that come with it.

  Fuck.

  I reach under her dress, which is so fucking sexy I don’t think I took my eyes off of her the whole night. Much like every guy at that fucking bar. Red and molded to her, the dress matches the color on her lips and had me picturing my dick the same color all night.

  I caught the guy that approached her staring at her for half the fucking night and then when he followed her, I almost broke the glass I was holding with the force I slammed it down on the bar before I followed. I’d never been a jealous person. My guess is that’s how Rebecca got away with her affair for as long as she did, but the thought of anyone touching Avery, triggered a response I’d never felt before.

  She is mine and I wanted to fuck her on top of the bar, to prove it to everyone who dared to look at her.

  I pull off her underwear with a rough snap and she moans against me as she watches them fall to the floor when I toss them over my shoulder.

  “Theo, please fuck me.” Her eyes are filled with lust, and coupled with the desperation in her voice has me wanting to give her whatever she wants.

  I keep one hand underneath her as I push harder against her, pressing my dick against her bare cunt.

  “You are so perfect.” I pull her away from the wall, carrying her through the suite and into the bedroom with the king-sized bed that we’d already broken in before dinner. Her arms and legs are wrapped completely around me as she seals her lips to mine. I press her into the bed and reluctantly pull my lips from hers. She whimpers at the loss of contact and sits up on her elbows to watch as I slide her dress down her body slowly leaving her completely naked except for the shoes I told her I wanted to fuck her in.

  There’s always an ache in my dick when I see her like this but now, I feel something else washing over me as I watch her rub her thighs together. I grab them, separating them, and push my fingers through her slit. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

  “I’ve been wet since dinner.” She bites her bottom lip and I can see the excitement in her eyes when I lower my mouth.

  “You’ve been thinking about this since dinner?”

  She nods and lets her head fall back with a groan as I blow on her gently. “I’m never not thinking about this.”

  “Same.” I tell her as I trace the seam with my tongue before pushing my mouth completely against her. I slide my hands beneath her to grip her ass as I fuck her with my mouth slowly. I look up at her again, expecting to see her head thrown back but I meet her gaze and my cock jerks at the look she’s giving me. Her fingers are on her nipples, rolling them between her fingers, her teeth digging into her bottom lip, and those gorgeous eyes are trained on me as I continue to lick her needy cunt. She stares at me so intensely I wonder if she can see everything I’m thinking.

  About her. Us. This.

  “Oh God, that feels good.” She moves her hands from her nipples to run her fingers through my hair and each pull feels like another spark to my dick. “Fuck me.”

  “Come in my mouth first and then I will.” I place a loud obscene kiss on her clit, before running my tongue over it and she tugs my hair harder this time.

  “No, now,” she argues and I shoot her a questioning look while still continuing to fuck her with my mouth. I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue and she cries out. “Oh my God, please!” She begs. I pull back slowly and a strand of her wetness mixed with my spit connects my mouth to her cunt before I run my tongue along my lip to break it.

  I’m still dressed, so I pull off my clothes, my eyes not leaving hers once even as she runs her fingers against her clit and shudders against them. I drink her in from her feet to her eyes and the thump in my chest that matches the one in my dick tells me that everything is getting more complicated with every second that passes.

  I’m on top of her a second later, dragging my dick through her slit without pushing inside and she lets out a shaky breath. “I don’t like being interrupted while I’m eating your pussy, Avery.” I bite down on her shoulder and she wraps her arms around my neck and lets out a giggle.

  “You’ll live.” I push inside of her in response to her sassy comment. “Oh God.” I pull back and push inside of her harder and she lets out a delicious moan that almost makes me lose it inside of her especially when I feel the pierce of her heels at my back. “Just like that, fuck…me…” She sputters as she struggles to get the words out. I pull out of her to get on my knees and she whines in response. “Don’t stop!”

  I grab her thighs before raising her legs up towards her ears and I lean down to spit on her pussy. Her mouth drops open in response, her thighs tremble under my grip, and her sex clenches. “I wanted to make you come all over my face and you stopped me, so now you have to wait to come on my dick.” I tap her clit with the tip of my cock, letting it glide against her and her nipples pebble into rosy hard points.

  “Theo, please,” she cries. “I can’t take it.” She reaches down and wraps her small hand around me and moves it up and down my shaft and closer to her entrance. The tip grazes it and she clenches around my dick and I’m powerless against her, letting myself sink into her again.

  “Yes, you can. I’ve got you, baby.” I waste no time fucking her harder, holding her down as I rut into her, feeling my climax looming. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good. I’m going to come if you keep squeezing my dick like that.”

  “Good.” She gives me a lazy smile as she drags her fingers slowly up my torso. I press my thumb to her clit, wanting her to come with me.

  “Fuck, Theo right there.” Her eyes flutter shut and I move my hands to her waist, pinning her down while I continue to thrust into her. “I think I’m going to come!” she cries. “Oh fuck, fuck, I’m never not going to want this.” She moans at what I think is the peak of her orgasm before moaning my name and God and yes as she shakes beneath me.