Modern Girl's Guide to Friends With Benefits by Gina Drayer Read Free Book Online Page A

but didn't move away. "If it was with a good friend. Like us. We could totally make it work."
    "Now I'm convinced you've had too much to drink," he said pulling back.
    "I'm not drunk, and you're not listening to me," she said. "Think about it."
    "Meg, this isn't funny."
    "I'm not joking. I know you don't have time to really date, with your family and work, and I don't have the patience to baby a fragile male ego. We get along, respect each other, and already know each other's secrets. It would be perfect."
    "Perfect up to the point when things get complicated and completely fall apart."
    "It wouldn't get complicated," Megan said. They'd been here before, questioning the nature of their relationship. Peter had always been the one to shut it down, but not this time. They were older now, more mature. They could make it work. She shifted on the sofa and tucked her feet under her skirt. Getting just a bit closer, but still not touching. "Come on, Peter. It's my birthday and I didn't want to spend it alone. Be a pal and help me out tonight."
    Peter frowned but didn't say anything. Megan saw this as a good sign and pushed hard. Before he could object, she straddled him and slipped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss.
    Peter went rigid, and for a few horrifying seconds Megan worried he was going to reject her. But there was no mistaking the hard line of his erection pressed against her. She shifted, rocking against his hardness, and just like that, the energy in the room flipped. The slow, sweet kiss deepened and became more demanding as his tongue worked past her lips. The sensation was overwhelming. His lips became the center of her universe. She could have remained like that for hours, writhing in his lap at every tiny movement of his tongue against hers.
    But before things got too far, Peter grabbed both her arms, locked them behind her back, and pulled her away. They both sat motionless, staring at each other while struggling to breathe.
    "What the fuck, Megan? Help you out?" he growled. "It's not like you're asking to be picked up at the airport. We're talking sex. That's not a favor you just casually ask a friend."
    If he was trying to dissuade her, he'd chosen the wrong tactic. His display of dominance made her weak in the knees. Thank God she was sitting or Megan would have dissolved into a puddle of lust at his feet. "I don't see why not. Everyone thinks we're doing it, so why not?"
    "I can give you thousands of reasons. Because we're friends. Because you're Simon's sister. Because it's a bad idea."
    "Oh, I don't know. I could tell that you enjoyed our kiss. Or is that a cigar in your pocket?"
    "You caught me off guard. I wasn't expecting tongue."
    "But the hips don't lie," she said and rocked against him. He tightened his hold on her arms and she stopped. "Come on, Peter, let's just try it. This one time while we're both in the mood. What happens in Vail, can stay in Vail. If it's a disaster, we'll never have to talk about it, but if it works out…"
    With a low hum in the back of her throat, Megan tried to shift her position to get more contact, but Peter held on tight. So Megan wet her lips, drawing it out, and watched as the heat flared in Peter's dark eyes.
    "That's enough, Meg," he said in a hoarse voice. Every muscle in his body was tense and he made an effort to look anywhere but her face. "I don't think this is a good idea."
    "That's your problem—you're thinking too much."
    "Megan, I'm serious." He stared down at her with a look that could melt ice. He was either going to kiss her or strangle her. God, that look just made her insides turn to jelly. "This is not a line I'm willing to cross." There was a thread of disappointment in his voice and that was all the encouragement Megan needed.
    "Fine. It's not a line you can cross." Megan struggled to get free from his grip. Thinking she'd finally acquiesced, he let her go. "But you don't have to, Peter. I will." She pulled her shirt over her head. Feeling