“If you say last time, I’m going to poke you in the face with my dick,” he warned, a playful glint in his eyes.

“It is the last time,” she said, before reaching up and biting his tattoo, which said ‘No biting’.

Taking in a sharp breath, Phillip chuckled and thrust into her hand.

“That’s what you said the last couple of times.”

“This is true,” she whispered, taking him in her mouth, to the back of her throat. Pulling back, she looked up at him and smiled. “But you cheated.”

“Cheated?” he asked, breathless, his body taut as he watched her and said, “How?”

“You sent me a picture of your dick, and all I wanted was it in my mouth,” she said, before taking him deep in her mouth again. Reaching down, he moved her hair from her face, holding it all back as she moved him in and out. His sharp breaths were music to her ears as she picked up speed, taking him deeper and deeper. Cupping his balls, she squeezed as she raked her teeth up his cock, licking the tip as his groans filled the room. As she took him to the back in her throat, his fingers dug into her scalp as he slowly thrust into her mouth. She could feel him about to come. His body was visibly straining, his c**k pulsating as she sped up, taking the whole length of him into her mouth, until he finally groaned in blissful agony, filling her mouth with his hot seed.

Falling back on her haunches, she grinned up at his spent body, as he took in a lungful of air. Reaching out, she ran her hands up his thighs and abs before he reached for her, pulling her up on her feet to kiss her swollen mouth. Turning her so that her back was against the wall, he pushed open her legs before sliding his fingers into her slick folds. Moaning loudly, she arched against his hand as he kissed her slowly and teasingly, biting and nipping at her lips. Flicking her clit, he smiled as he asked, “Why don’t you just admit it? We like sleeping together.”

“We do, I have no problem admitting that,” she said, looking up at him.

“Then why does it always have to be one more time? Let’s just go with the flow.”

Her eyes narrowed as his hand stilled between her legs.

“I don’t want to be in a relationship.”

“Who said anything about a relationship?” he asked, dipping his finger inside her. Her eyes drifted shut as she moaned out. “All I want to do is make you come, Reese, over and over again.”

Opening her eyes, she looked up at him.

“We’re just having fun?” she asked, needing that reassurance, because she felt like there could be more. And that was bad. Very bad.

“Just having fun. I’m not done with you. I still want you.”

“I want you,” she admitted, “but just sex. I’m emotionally unavailable.”

“I get that, so am I, so let’s have lots of sex and have fun,” he said simply, his mouth curved in a devilish way that had her nodding her head.

“Okay.”

Leaning forward, he captured her mouth, kissing her deeply and causing her toes to curl as he started to f**k her with his fingers.

“Now come for me,” he whispered against her lips.

“Yes, God, yes,” she answered, closing her eyes as he moved his mouth down her jaw to her neck. She wasn’t sure if their ‘having fun’ was the best situation, but what the hell? He wanted to make her come, and who was she to stop him?

Doing the middle splits on the wall, Reese watched as Claire worked hard to touch the wall with her thighs.

“Almost there,” she encouraged, and was rewarded with a smile before Claire started to push harder against the wall.

Reese pushed farther against the wall, too, to demonstrate how it was to be done and, like always, Claire mimicked her perfectly. She was so proud of Claire and was ready to get started on her solo, but she had noticed that Claire had been a little closed off since last week. She knew it was because of not being allowed to dance the week before. Since that day, things had been strained between them, and she needed to fix that. But what she didn’t need to fix was her and Phillip; that was a whole different, delicious story. When she wasn’t having her world rocked by him anywhere he wanted to take her, she was texting him, and it was easy to say their texts were not appropriate.

Phillip was dirty and playful, and he made her smile. A lot. And that was so bad. She wanted to enjoy life and never get hurt again, but messing with Phillip could jeopardize that. Like right now, just thinking of him had a grin on her face, and that was careless. To her, guys meant heartbreak, and she didn’t want that. So she needed to keep her bearings about her, and only enjoy the sex with Phillip. Anything else was out of the question. It had to be.

Shaking her head to free the thoughts of Phillip, Reese looked over at Claire to see that she was looking at her.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“Are you mad at me?” Claire asked, looking back at the wall.

“No, why would I be?”

“Cause I didn’t show up on time last week.”

Reese shrugged her shoulders.

“I’m not mad at you, Claire. I was disappointed, but it’s okay. It happens to everyone.”

Claire looked away as she said, “It’s Phillip’s fault. He wouldn’t wake up.”

Something inside her made Reese want to defend him. He had a long trip home the night before and had been tired. Instead of telling Claire that, she just said, “This is all a learning curve for both of you. He will learn just as you will. All I ask is that you work hard, and show me that you want your position here.”