Breaking Away Page 49


Falling into the seat next to him, she reached for her cards, ignoring the fact that he was staring at her. But ignoring him was short-lived when his hand slid onto her thigh. She looked over, and he smiled. It was the kind of smile that knocked you on your ass. The one that left you completely and utterly destroyed inside. Or at least that was how she felt. She wanted to be mad, she wanted to tell him she told him so about everyone assuming they were together but, instead, she smiled back. Fully. Because she wanted to and because he made her feel so good. Leaning into him, playfully, she reached for her dobber and started the game.

She ignored the knowing looks from onlookers.

Reese had been to Bingo many Wednesdays before this one but, for some reason, this one was the best. Phillip was a nut and had her laughing the whole freaking time. He was slow and would laugh when her grandma or one of her friends would come over and play his cards for him. He made jokes and had everyone laughing in the hall, ignoring the Bingo caller. He talked like he had known these women his whole life and at the same time, always took the time to make her feel that he was there only for her.

And that made her feel good. The only problem was that everyone assumed they were together. Even though, yes, they did have amazingly, awesome, hot sex, they were not together, nor would they ever be. But before she could correct anyone, Phillip was there, always denying it before sending her the carefree grin she enjoyed so much. He never let anyone say anything about them. Anytime they tried—and they did, all the time—he would change the subject, asking about their children or their grandchildren. He was amazing. He was a charmer and soon, everyone gathered around them, all wanting a piece of Phillip Anderson. He talked about his career and about Claire, about anything and everything that kept the subject off of them.

The ladies seemed to never want him to stop talking… and Reese felt the same way.

And that was bad.

Very, very bad.

Especially when Phillip excused himself to the bathroom, leaving her with only her grandma. Because Phillip was going to the bathroom, so did the whole Bingo hall. Seemed legit, right? Reese laughed as she shook her head, spinning her hot pink dobber around as she waited for the next game to start, avoiding all eye contact with her grandmother.

“Not together, huh?”

She let out an annoyed breath, even though she knew the comment was coming. Reese looked over at her grandmother and shook her head. “We’re friends.”

“Friends that are doing more than just playing Bingo. I’m not stupid, Reese. I was young once too and just like you, I was just friends with a guy.”

Reese instantly felt uncomfortable at the mere thought of her grandmother doing half of what her and Phillip did, but she shook the thought away and reiterated, “Really, we are just friends.”

“So were we, but things changed, and then I married him.”

Reese blanched before shaking her head. Her and Pawpa? Ew.

“While I love the image you just painted of you and my pawpa, I hate to burst your bubble, Grandma, because he’s just my friend. No wedding bells, no pitter-patter of little feet, nothing. We are friends and that’s it.”

She laughed as she shook her head. “If he was just a friend, you wouldn’t have brought him. He does something to you, makes your feel, and that scares you. My advice, darling, even though you haven’t asked for it, is if you don’t want more than sex with that man, let him go, cause he is falling for you.”

“No, he isn’t,” Reese said, making a face.

“Yes, he is, I can see it, everyone can. He is completely smitten with you.”

“No,” Reese said again, “he’s not. We are friends.”

Her grandma shook her head before looking down at the cards right as Phillip fell into his seat. He looked over and winked at her playfully. Even though her whole body went hot, and she smiled back, she saw something. Something that could mean that her grandmother might be very right.

And that couldn’t happen.

The kisses were hot. Her body, on fire. Everything was so hot, so demanding, as Phillip quickly ripped every single inch of clothing off her. She lengthened her neck as he licked and nipped at her, his fingers biting into her hips. She arched her back, and he ran his tongue down the valley of her breast before taking the time to kiss each one before taking her nipple in his mouth to torment her. Dipping his fingers inside her, he pressed his thumb to her clit, applying pressure while f**king her with his fingers at the same time. Her moans filled her apartment, her fingers tangling in his hair as his body shook with want. He was going to rip her apart. He was going to make her body his, and nothing was going to stop him. She came hard, shaking underneath his large, talented hands, but he wasn’t done. Kissing down her belly, he licked her thighs and then ran his tongue slowly up her pu**y, his eyes never leaving hers.

God, she was beautiful as she came off her climax.

“I think we should try a threesome.”

His mouth froze as his brows came together. She was breathing heavily, her heart pounding in her chest. He could hear it, feel it, but none of that mattered because surely he did not hear her right.

“Excuse me?”

She looked down at him, sitting up on her elbows, and he did the same.

“I think it would be fun. Maybe another girl. You have a friend you can call, right? Or I can call someone, maybe.”

He could only blink as she looked at him as if she was saying, ‘Pass me the cream’. Was she f**king serious?

He wanted to say ‘fuck to the hell no,’ but instead he said, “Um, I don’t know.”

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