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  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 fucking 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 pussy, 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 fucking serious?

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

  “Why not? It would be fun. Wanna call someone now?”

  “No,” he said with a shake of his head. “I want to fuck you; I don’t want to fuck someone else. You seriously want to bring someone in here? What the hell? Are you fucking someone else?”

  Her brows came together this time as she said, “Why not? I mean we aren’t dating. We are having fun; I thought we could spice it up.”

  “No,” he said again, sitting farther up, his body shaking, not with want anymore, more like anger. “Dating or not, I am fucking you, you are fucking me, and that’s it.”

  “Come again?”

  “That’s what I’m trying to make you do, Reese, but you want to bring someone else in the bedroom or wherever else we have sex in, and I’m not cool with that. I want to be the only one you’re with.”

  “That’s dating,” she said, and she started to move out from underneath him.

  And he let her as he said, “No it isn’t. It’s a courtesy. Kind of like a tradeoff. I make you come, and you fuck only me.”

  “No, you’re falling for me,” she exclaimed as she sat up, taking the pillow to cover her body.

  “What the fuck? No, I’m not,” he said, and he wasn’t really lying.

  Was he?

  “You are! If you weren’t, then why would you want only me?”

  “Because I like you. We have fun, and you fucking blow my mind. Don’t act like that isn’t how you feel either.”

  She shook her head quickly, and something broke inside him. “No. No, that isn’t how I feel. You need to go,” she said, rolling off the bed and grabbing her bathrobe.

  “Are you serious? What the hell?”

  “I can’t give you what you want. I’m not that person, and I told you that.”

  “What the fuck do I want?” he asked, standing up, still completely naked.

  “A girlfriend. I’m not girlfriend material. So just go.”

  “That’s not what I’m asking for. I’m asking for you to do only me, is that too much to ask for? I don’t see a problem here.”

  “Well, there is,” she said, her defiant little chin up in the air as she crossed her arms across her chest. Gone was the Reese he truly enjoyed, and bitchy Reese stood in front of him.

  “I can’t give up having sex with other people.”

  Whoa. Wait.

  “What the fuck does that mean? You’re fucking someone else and me?”

  “Uh yeah, have been since the beginning.”

  The air was thick with tension. His heart was pounding, but also breaking at the same time. He said he wasn’t in love with her, but maybe he was. He thought they had something. He thought she liked him, could maybe even love him. Why wasn’t he fucking enough? Wow, this blew his ego to shit. Looking down at the ground, he reached for his boxers and slowly slid them up. He couldn’t trust himself to say anything else, so he continued to get dressed without even a glance at her. When he pulled the zipper to his jeans up, he turned to look at her.

  “This doesn’t affect you and Claire, okay? Give me that.”

  “No problem,” she said after clearing her throat. He thought maybe her eyes were glossy, but he knew that couldn’t be true. She didn’t care about him.

  Her walls, her heart, were solid rock. There was no breaking through that. No matter how hard he tried to score.

  “Okay, well, it was good while it lasted.”

  “It was.”

  But now it was over.

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