The Friend Zone Fiasco Read Online Crystal Kaswell

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"How does that work?" He laughs. "I get so inspired I leave you here and go fuck myself?"

"Maybe, yeah."

He pulls me closer. "Why are you so fucking funny?"

"Movies."

"Checks out." He places another kiss on my skin. "You good?"

"Great."

"The coffee's fucked."

This time, I laugh. "And it wasn't painful."

"Quite the contrary."

"Did you just make a cheesy joke?"

"Oh, yeah." He draws the line up my thigh, then over my hipbone, along the side of my stomach and chest, all the way to my chin. He shifts enough to lay me on my back and turn my head toward his. "You fucked the wit right out of me."

"That sounds dangerous," I tease. "Maybe we should hold off on round two."

He shakes his head. "You're not selling it for a minute." He cups my cheek with his palm. He wraps his other hand around the inside of my thigh, just above my knee. "If I do this"—he traces a line up the inside of my thigh, an inch to start—"you'll beg for round two."

"Maybe I'll finish myself," I tease.

"Sounds win-win."

"What were we talking about?"

"No fucking idea," he says.

"I like your plan."

His smile is serene. "I'm not that easy."

"No? What if I do this?" I bring my hand to his wrist and slide his hand a little higher.

"What if?" He holds my gaze, daring me.

I slide his hand a little higher.

Higher.

Higher.

So, so close to where it needs to be, but not all the way there.

He brings his lips to my ear. "I'm happy to do this all day, every day."

Closer.

"But I'd rather watch you."

Closer.

"If you're game."

"Now?"

"Now, yeah." He runs his lips down my neck. "Later. Tomorrow. Every fucking day, forever."

"That often?"

"For the first few months, at least."

"You'd watch me every day?"

"Twice a day."

"Really?" I ask.

"Don't dare me, Val, 'cause I will call you on that one."

My cheeks flush. "I won't."

"If you're not game…" He presses the pad of his thumb into my skin. "I'd really fucking love to taste you."

It's been a long time. A really long time. Way too long.

"That's two and three."

"Huh?"

"On the list."

"Exactly like this?"

"No." He pushes himself up and looks around the room. "Two starts like that morning. I hear you, accidentally. Then you invite me in to watch. Drive me out of my mind with desire."

"Then?"

"Then you invite me onto the bed with you."

"How does it go, exactly?"

"If we do down the list, we'll spend the entire trip in this room."

"Is that a problem?" I ask.

"Fuck no. Forget I said shit. Fuck Paris."

"No. You're right." I look up at him. "I have to show you Paris."

"No. Fuck Paris."

"Fuck in Paris?"

He laughs. "And I'm cheesy?"

"Very cheesy." I smile. "Tell me number three."

He smiles. "We're at a bar. You're wearing that dress with the thigh-slit, the one that comes up to here." He taps the spot on my leg. "And I make use of it to toy with you. I'm ready to tease you about your panties, but you're not wearing anything under the dress, so I dive between your legs and bury my face in your cunt."

Holy shit.

"And you have to stay quiet, so you're tugging at my hair, pressing your thighs into my cheeks." He looks to me. "You want to do it now?"

"We're not at a bar."

"We could be," he says.

"It's too early. We'll get arrested."

"Later?"

"Maybe." Not today. But one day. "First, I need my own list."

"You don't have one already?"

A laugh spills from my lips. "What I want to try while I'm here."

"Now that I'm the guy you're fucking in Europe?"

Right. Now that he's the guy I'm fucking in Europe. But this is more than that. A lot more than that.

I plan on fucking him here and back home and in my new apartment and everywhere.

"Because I trust you to help me with my inhibitions," I say.

He blushes. Actually blushes.

Have I ever seen Dare blush? Fuck, it's sexy. Why is it so sexy?

"You're making me look like an asshole," he says.

"That was all you."

"Fair." He brushes my hair from my eyes. "What's on the list?"

"I don't have one yet."

"Let's make it now."

"That's a lot of pressure on me. What are you contributing?"

"Two hands, a mouth, and another useful appendage."

Okay, now I'm blushing. "Those are helpful traits."

"They're at your disposal."

"I need more."

"Brutal." He mimes being stabbed in the heart.

"You need a list too," I say. "A relationship list."

"A relationship list?"

I nod. "The things you want to try. The boyfriend/girlfriend things."

"What's a boyfriend/girlfriend thing?"

"A picnic on the beach," I say.

"Okay, that's on the list."

"You're supposed to contribute the ideas," I say.

"I have picnic. It's your turn."

Okay, I guess that's fair. "I like your other idea. The first one, especially."

"Right now?"

"After we finish the list," I say. "Three items each."

"Fuck, I better get cracking." He rolls onto his side and looks into my eyes. "Okay, I got one. Cheesy pictures."

"That is a good boyfriend task."

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