Page 199 of Just for the Cameras
She changed into a cute pair of pink shorts and a flamingo shirt that I’m sure is one of many in her wardrobe. She took her hair out of the tight ponytail it was in and has opted for more of a messy bun now. Her face is freshly washed, and she looks so damn good that it’s going to take a very huge effort not to strip her down right here in the middle of my living room like I had planned.
Maple pats my chest. “You are very grumpy.”
I gesture to the lovesick nimrod on my couch. “I wonder why.”
“It was nice that you helped him and offered him a place to crash while he’s hurting. That’s being a good friend.”
“We’re not friends.”
“I don’t know.” She takes my hand in hers. “It seems like you might be.”
“Trust me, I would never be friends with someone like him. He’s too…annoying.”
She chuckles, and I tug her upstairs to my room, catching that it’s past midnight already. Everything I had planned for us is completely ruined.
Yeah, thanks for the cock block…friend.
When we get to my room, Maple takes off toward the bathroom, and I go to the bed, where I draw down the covers. Our phones are already plugged in, so I turn on my nightstand light and turn off the others, casting the room in a soft glow. I lie down on the bed and prop one hand behind my head as I wait for Maple. Irritation creeps through me, but I try to tamp it down because the last thing I want is for Maple to see it.
The bathroom light turns off, and the door opens. My eyes fall to the silhouette in the doorframe just as she takes another step forward, revealing Maple in nothing but a black see-through bra and matching thong.
Jesus.
Fuck.
Her dusty-rose-colored nipples poke up against the fabric, nothing concealed from my sight, while the strings of her thong run incredibly high on her hips.
I wet my lips as she moves forward, climbs onto the bed, and starts crawling toward me.
Immediately, I’m hard.
That’s all it takes, her…in lingerie, making her way toward me.
“Fuck,” I whisper as she crawls up my body and straddles my lap, where she lowers herself down.
“Mmm…you’re hard.”
“Of course I’m fucking hard,” I say, my voice raspy as I take her in. “Jesus, you’re so fucking beautiful.” I glide my hands up her sides to her bra, where I let my thumbs run over the see-through fabric.
“Have you been wearing this the whole night?”
“No, I changed when I got ready for bed.”
“You mean you’ve been sitting in this while that asswipe has been falling asleep on my couch?”
“Give him a break,” she says softly as she lets her hands travel up my chest. “He’s lovesick and hurt.”
“I don’t give a fuck about anything other than you, right here, in my arms, wearing this.” I let my eyes roam, my heart rate picking up the more I take in.
The subtle curve of her hips.
The hard nub of her nipples.
The goose bumps along her skin.
Fuck, I want this woman, and bad.
And she must see it in my eyes because she lifts off my lap and pushes the blankets down. She grabs my boxer briefs and pulls them down as well, letting my length stretch up my stomach.
