Page 110 of Secret Baby for My Brother's Best Friends

I shouldn't need it as badly as I do right now. The guys and I have fooled around every single night I’ve been here, sometimes twice a night. I frequently have sex with one or two of them, and sometimes we do it together, but one thing that rings true is that I’m always sated at the end of the night.

I shouldn't still be this hungry for them, yet all he has to do is breathe in my direction, and my body is ready to go.

It should be freaking embarrassing at this point, but I don’t think I can help it. However, I do have a ton of work to do today, so I use my butt to shift him off me, though the impression of his hardness lingers regardless.

"Buzz off," I tell him. “I'm cooking.”

“Yeah, and it smells good. I was just complimenting your skill,” he grins wickedly as I shake my head.

"Yeah, right. I’m not falling for that. I haven’t even started cooking yet.”

“What are you making?"

“Paella. My roommate in college was from Spain, and she taught me how to make it the authentic way."

"Neat. All my college roommate taught me how to do was to take outrageous bong rips."

I snort. "That might be because of the whole frat house thing."

"Ha. Jokes on you because we didn't have frat houses at NYU. Just extremely rich brats and lots of coke."

"Ever try it?"

"Coke? Nope. Contrary to popular belief, I actually have a working brain, and I know myself enough to know not to go near certain things. Plus, I was already the life of the party and too energetic for my own good. Me on coke would have basically been everyone's worst nightmare. Adam might have had to put me down for the greater good."

I laugh and shake my head as his hand sneaks over my ass to squeeze softly.

I slap it away and give him a stern look, which he responds to with a smile, after which I head to the fridge, opening it to look inside. "Shit."

"What?"

"Completely forgot that we were out of Saffron."

"Do we need it?"

"Yeah. It's kind of the key ingredient that makes it pop." I close the fridge and straighten.

"We can get it delivered."

"The stew's already simmering, and I don't have time to wait for delivery." A thought occurs to me. "The corner store down the street probably has one. I'll pop over and get it.”

"Nah. I can do it."

"No. You need to get off that leg."

"Oh, come on. I’m not an invalid even though y’all insist on treating me like one. If I stay in this house, I’m going to go stir-crazy. Please just let me go with you to the grocery store.” He frowns and cocks his head. "Man, I never thought I would ever hear the day those words left my mouth. Goes to show how desperate I am.”

I press my lips together to hold back my chuckle. He’s just so incorrigible and so stinking adorable sometimes. It’s no wonder that I love–

I pause on that thought like a bucket of cold water is thrown in my face.

Love?

No, not that.

I can’t love him.

Can I?