Jesus, it felt good. He felt good. This felt so many ways right. After I was thoroughly fucked again, he pulled me into his arms and I slowly drifted off to sleep. I’d talk to him about the marriage clause later. Right now, I wanted to relish in the feeling of being back in Tucker Middleton’s arms.
Darkness filled the room and when I rolled over, the bed was empty. I sat up and looked around, but I couldn’t see anything.
“Tucker?” I called out before leaning over and reaching for the lamp.
My eyes had to adjust to the brightly filled room. I stood and stretched. I ached in the most delicious ways. Lord, how many orgasms did that man pull out of me?
As I turned, the white envelope caught my eye. It was on the pillow where Tucker had been.
A sense of dread filled my chest, and I had a hard time breathing. My hands shook as I reached for the envelope, opened it, and read Tucker’s note.
*
Charleston,
Do you regret it?
Tucker
*
Everything stopped and my panic morphed into pure anger. I stared at the note before standing and letting out a scream. “You asshole!” I shouted as I ripped it in two and threw it. I hated Tucker Middleton.
Hated. Him.
“YOU LOOK LIKE shit.”
I lifted my eyes to look at Nash. “Thanks a lot, dude.”
He held up his hand. “Speaking the truth.”
With a long sigh, I dropped down on the stool next to him. “I fucked up.”
“With?”
“Charlie.”
His eyes widened. “Charlie? As in, Charlie Monroe? The woman who nearly destroyed you seven years ago? The woman you vowed to never let into your heart ever again? That Charlie?”
I nodded. “That would be the one.”
He laughed. “Don’t tell me you fucked her.”
There was no reason to even speak; he saw it on my face.
“Dude! Fucking hell, why didn’t you call me? I would have cock-blocked you. Don’t you remember the months of endless drinking after she walked out on you? The vow you made me take to stop you if you were ever tempted?”
“I remember.”
“Then why? Why would you do that? No woman’s pussy is worth that kind of heartache.”
Glaring at him, I said, “Don’t talk about her that way.”
Nash rolled his eyes. “Christ. What happened?”
I glanced around the bar then motioned for him to follow me back to my office.
Once I shut the door, I told him everything. How I had listened to Charlie telling Terri about her plan to seduce me and try to get me to marry her so she could keep her position at the damn company her father left her in charge of. How I’d come up with my own plan to let her attempt to seduce me and change the playing field. And worst of all, how I fucked her and then left her a note asking her if she regretted it.
“Dude. Damn, that was sort of harsh.”
“Harsh? She’s fucking planning on trying to trick me into marrying her!”
He lifted a brow, leaned back in his chair and smirked. “Can you honestly look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn’t marry Charlie?”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
He laughed. “I call bullshit. If she had come to you and told you what happened, that she was being backed into a corner and needed to have a fake marriage, you wouldn’t have jumped at the chance? To spend an entire year pretending to be married to her? An entire year of fucking her whenever you wanted?”
I rubbed the back of my neck and looked down at the floor. “Maybe, if she had come to me. But she didn’t. Instead she decided to fuck around with my emotions. Pretend she was into me to get what she wanted.”
His head tossed back in a fit of laughter. “Oh shit, you don’t get it, do you? Bro, you’re both fucking crazy about each other. You’re too hurt and stubborn to admit it, and she’s too damn scared to admit it. She didn’t ask you because she was worried you’d say no. I bet the idea of having to be married to someone for a year made Charlie feel physically sick. Married to you though, the guy she secretly pines over … that she could do.”
“Secretly pines over me? How the fuck do you know that?”
Nash’s smile faded some, and he cleared his throat. “It’s not hard to miss, asswipe. You just gotta open your eyes.”
My brow lifted as I stared at my best friend. There was something he wasn’t telling me. He knew something about Charlie and her feelings for me, but he wasn’t going to offer up how he knew. I let it go; I wasn’t in the mood anyway.
“So, what are you going to do? I’m pretty sure Charlie isn’t going to let this go. Are you going to let her know you know about the marriage clause?”
A slow smile moved over my face. “No. I’m going to make her work for it. If I hadn’t watched that tape from my office, I’d have fallen right into her plan only to get my damn heart broke in a year when she tells me she wants a divorce. Payback is a bitch, and Charlie Monroe is going to have to prove to me she wants to marry me for one reason only.”
Nash grinned. “And what’s that reason?”
My heart ached slightly in my chest at the idea of it.
“Because she loves me.”
A WEEK HAD passed with no word from Charlie. She hadn’t been into Sedotto and neither had Terri or my sister Lily. I found it a crazy coincidence that my bar’s name meant seduced. I’d gotten the idea from my grandfather. He loved Italy and said the country seduced him with her beauty. Italy made him happy. My bar made me happy.
I chuckled as I poured a shot of whiskey. I never drank when I was working, but tonight I needed it. I hadn’t really slept since the morning I woke up while holding Charlie in my arms. I wanted nothing more than to stay there with her. But I was hurt and angry and scared by the way my heart pounded in my chest.
I downed the shot and closed my eyes. The image of Charlie looking into my eyes as I fucked her hit me again. It was an endless torture day after day.
Maybe I was making a mistake with this plan of mine, which was causing me to second-guess myself. I needed to tell her I knew about her little plan of seduction.
All of a sudden the air changed, and I looked toward the door. There she was. A fucking vision of beauty dressed entirely in black. My eyes did a quick sweep of her body like I always did when I saw her. Lily stood on one side of her, Terri on the other. Jim and Nash followed behind the girls. Nash leaned in and said something to Lily that made her cheeks flush as she looked at him and smiled a smile I’d never seen on her face.
What in the hell?
Jim walked up and tapped the bar. “Hey, you don’t mind if we hang here tonight, do you? Charlie’s with us, and Nash told me you and her were not in a good place.”
I couldn’t pull my eyes off of Charlie as I watched them all walk over to the large round table that had “reserved” marked on it. Shit. Had one of them called earlier and talked to one of the managers to let them know they’d be here? It was a standing thing; if any one of them called and requested a table, my managers knew to rope one off for them. Perks of knowing the owner.
“Nah, not at all. Charlie and I are just fine.”
I finally brought my gaze to Jim. His eyes widened some and then he chuckled. “Yeah, those are words I never thought I’d hear you utter.”
Jim, Terri, Nash and Charlie, along with another buddy of mine, Blake, had been friends since our freshman year of college. Lily popped into the group a year later after she started at UT. Terri and Jim hadn’t been dating then; that came about a few years ago. We were inseparable even after the whole thing with Charlie and me. We were like the three musketeers times two.
After pouring another whiskey, I made my way over to the table. Charlie had her face down, looking at her phone, which was typical. I was positive it was for work. As I walked up with Jim, I said so only he could hear, “Let me sit next to her.”
“You sure?” he asked in a hesitant voice. My friends knew to put th
emselves between Charlie and me. It was a rule I’d put into place seven years ago, more for myself than Charlie. Sure, for the first few months it was so I didn’t strangle her, but after that, it was purely for me. Anytime I was close to her, it physically hurt.
“Yep,” was all I said before sliding into the booth and right up next to Charlie. She stilled for a brief moment and then went back to typing away on an email.
“All work and no play makes for a dull day,” I whispered against her ear.
“Fuck off, asshole.”
Okay, so we were back to hating each other.
“Don’t you mean ‘fuck me, Tucker?’ I vaguely recall you asking for that the last time we were together, right? Isn’t that what you want from me, Charlie?”
Her hands dropped to her lap, and she glared at me. “No, lucky for you, I found someone else to do that for me.”
My smile faltered, and I tried not to let the panic I felt in my heart show on my face. What if I pushed Charlie to that option with the note I left, and she decided to go after someone else to marry her?
I leaned back, anger pulsing through my body. There was no fucking way I’d let another man marry her. Ever.
“You’re mad at me.”
The heat from her angry stare made me glance her way.
“No, what in the world would make you think that?” She leaned in closer and her body heat nearly made me kiss her. “You’re a dick.”
“Come to my office so we can talk … alone.”
“No.”
I growled. “Charlie, get your sweet ass up now and get into my office before I throw you over my goddamn shoulder and drag you there.”
Her eyes filled with heat, and my cock jumped in my pants.
Shit, did that turn her on? Me telling her what to do?
“Now!” I said, this time with more authority in my voice.
She pushed me to get out of the booth, and when I did, she slipped out and stormed off in the direction of my office.
I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my face. Charlie still wanted me; I could see it in her eyes. I couldn’t help but wonder how long she would play the “I’m mad at you” game before she tried to make another move on me.
Once the door shut, she spun around and threw herself into my arms, causing me to stumble back and hit the door. Her hands were everywhere. My hair, my chest, my dick, back to my hair. The plan I had come up with was to tease her some and then walk away … yeah, that went out the door as Charlie desperately attempted to unbuckle my pants.
“Charlie.” I grunted when her hand found its way to the bulge in my underwear.
“Tucker, I need you to fuck me. Please. I can’t stop thinking about you being inside of me. I want to feel your cum inside me. I want your hands on every inch of my body … now!”
My knees went weak. Fucking hell, this woman drove me insane.
She dropped to her knees and pulled my jeans and underwear down in one quick move. I tried to stop her from doing what I knew she had planned, but it was too late. Her tongue licked from the base of my dick to the top and then she licked the pre-cum off my head.
“Fuuuck!” I groaned.
She smiled, took me inside her mouth, and started sucking while she worked her hand over my shaft. When her other hand came up and played with my balls, I nearly grabbed her head and shoved my dick in deeper.
“Ch-Charlie … oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
She took me deeper, and I glanced down at her. Her blonde hair was down, but she’d pushed it over her shoulder. Her eyes met mine, and I forced myself not to come. The intensity of this moment was almost too much.
“Stop,” I urged. “Fuck … God, don’t stop!”
Jesus Christ. What was wrong with me? I was telling her to stop and then a second later telling her not to stop. When she took me deeper and hit the back of her throat, I knew I had to stop her.
Reaching down, I pulled her off me. She let go with a loud pop.
“I need to come inside of you. We can save the deep throating for the next time because damn you, woman, you’ve made me wait too long.”
She smiled and I tried like hell to ignore how her smile made me feel.
“I’m not wearing any panties.”
I groaned and picked her up. Her warm pussy rubbed against my dick, and I walked her over to my desk where I pushed a few things to the side and set her on it.
Dipping my fingers inside of her, I nearly whimpered when I felt how wet she was.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Charlie?”
She nodded.
“No romance?” I asked.
She shook her head. I couldn’t help the way it made my heart crack a little. I wanted to romance her. Shower her with the attention I knew she deserved. Was this all a game to her? Did all she want from me was my cock? Part of me was thrilled she wanted that much, but the bigger part of me wanted the full package with this woman. For now, I’d take what I could get.
Grabbing her hips, I pulled her to the edge of the desk, lined up my cock, and pushed hard and fast into her.
“Oh God!” she cried out.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, and I felt like a fucking asshole for being so rough with her.
“I’m more than okay.”
I moved slowly and our eyes met. Son of a bitch, she felt good. So damn good.
“Tucker,” she gasped.
My mouth crashed to hers and we lost ourselves in the kiss. When I pulled back, I still moved slowly. Leaning my forehead toward hers, I asked, “Tell me what you want from me, Charlie.”
I wasn’t asking about sex. I was asking her about us. What did she want from us? If she told me right now about the stupid-ass marriage thing, I’d tell her I’d marry her tomorrow.
But she didn’t.
Instead, a dark mask covered her face, and she smirked as she purred, “Sex. Lots and lots of sex.”
I smiled as I pulled out and pushed back into her—hard and fast. “I definitely can help with that.”
After fucking Charlie like she asked, and a few orgasms in the process, I lowered us both onto the ground and dragged in a few deep breaths.
“Shit, what in the hell was that?” Charlie asked between sucks of air.
“Sex. Lots and lots of sex.”
We both laughed.
“That was the best sex of my life,” Charlie said as she turned and looked at me.
All I could do was smile. I couldn’t admit the same thing to her. That would mean opening my heart to her again, and there was no way I was doing that. Not until she came clean with me.
“You look beautiful,” I whispered.
Her eyes softened. “Thank you.”
I stood and reached my hand out for her, helping her up. We both searched my office for our clothes and silently got dressed. We’d been in here for thirty minutes. I had fucked her on my desk, then up against the door, and finally made it to the floor where I slowed things down and brought out another orgasm from her before I finally lost my own control.
“What do we say we were doing in here?” she asked as she threw her hair up into a ponytail.
“I think the only thing they would believe is if we told them we were fighting.”
She grinned.
“So, what is this, Charlie? What are we doing?” I asked, hoping like hell she’d fess up and drop this stupid-ass plan of hers.
“We’re having fun, that’s all.”
My brow lifted. “Having fun?”
She nodded and her eyes looked pained. Even with her job title on the line, she still had a hard time admitting what was happening between us.
“Are you sure that’s it? Nothing more?”
Chewing on her lip, she asked, “Do you want something more?”
I leaned against my desk. “I think you’re the one who needs to answer that question.”
“Um … can we just go slow and see where this takes us? I mean, I, well, I have this probl
em.”
My heart started to hammer in my chest. Yes! Finally! She’s going to be honest with me.
“A problem?”
I’d never seen Charlie Monroe look so nervous in my entire life.
“Is it a problem I can help you with?”
She nodded. “I hope.”
Fucking finally. I didn’t really want to play this damn game.
“Then tell me what it is, and I’ll see what I can do.”
Her mouth opened and closed at least four times before she sighed and turned back to the mirror. She pulled out a tube of lipstick and smoothed it over her lips.
“I’m addicted to your cock and can’t seem to get enough of it.”
My stomach fell. I forced a smile when she turned back to face me.
“I know you feel the attraction too.”
All I could do was nod and ask, “So, what do we do about it?”
She was walking back over toward me, trying her best to act as seductive as she could. When she tripped on the area rug, I couldn’t help but laugh. Little did she know she didn’t have to try and seduce me. She did that simply by smiling at me. The more she tried, the more she made herself into a klutz.
“I guess we fuck like rabbits and as often as possible.”
“Are you trying to get me addicted to you?”
She winked. “That’s the plan.”
Thud. And there it went. Charlie Monroe wasn’t interested in me as anything other than a solution to the problem she faced.
“I have a date tonight.”
The words were out of my mouth before I even thought it through.
Her eyes widened. “What?”
With a small shrug, I said, “I have a date tonight. It was planned before you and I … did this.” I motioned between us. “Whatever the fuck this is.”
My voice was now laced with anger. I was pissed at myself for being such a dick.
“You’re not going on it, are you?” she asked.
“Why shouldn’t I? You just made it clear that we are nothing but fuck buddies. Are we exclusive fuck buddies?”
Her mouth fell as I saw the hurt in her eyes. I knew deep down in her heart we were much more than just the sex, but she wouldn’t admit it.
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