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“Just give me back my apples.”

“Fine.”

I shoved my chopsticks into the container and stood. “Don’t even think of touching my food,” I said.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He batted his eyelashes.

My cock stirred, and I cursed as I spun on my heel and stalked into my room.

Bratty Jules had no business perking my dick up, and I hated that I couldn’t control my reactions to him.

I pulled my keyring out of my pocket and separated the fridge key to unlock it and grab the stupid apples. When it was locked again, I headed back into the living room.

“Yummy.” Jules was holding my chopsticks in one hand and my drink in the other, a shit-eating grin on his stupidly pretty face.

“You really want a repeat of the last time you messed with my stuff?” I held the bag of apples up. “Maybe I should just toss these down the stairwell.”

“I didn’t touch your precious food.” He shoved the chopsticks back into the noodles and put my drink down. “I was just fucking with you.”

“You’re lucky I’m hungry.” I threw the bag at him.

He bobbled it for a moment but managed to catch it.

“Or what?” He jutted his chin out in a way that was way too sexy.

“Or I’d shove you against the wall and jerk you off again.” I advanced toward him. “You’d let me too. Just like the little slut you are.”

“Fuck you.”

“Nah.” I stepped closer. He stared at my mouth. “You like it when I touch you.”

“I don’t.”

“Liar.” Another step. “You’re hard just thinking about it.”

He dropped the bag of apples, covering the distinct bulge in his khaki shorts. “I hate you so much.”

“Maybe so. But that won’t stop you from letting me get you off.”

He was breathing hard, his eyes wide and cheeks pink.

“You love it when I touch you. I bet you dream about it.”

“I don’t…”

“I bet I could make you scream for me.” I stepped into his personal space, so the apples were brushing against my thighs.

He swallowed hard.

“You want it.”

“No.”

“Really?”

“I…”

“That’s right.” I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his ear. “I could have you any time I wanted. You’d let me fuck you, wouldn’t you? You’d be a good little slut and come apart on my cock. Moan for me.Begme.”


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