Never to Love by Aimie Grey Read Free Book Online

didn’t want it, this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen you since the night I gave you the best fuck of your life, especially considering I’m more or less related to your best friends. The craving must be unbearable if it made a woman like you resort to hiding.” I took a few more steps closer, delighted when the perfectly pale skin of her neck turned a light pink under my perusal. “Think how much better you’d feel if you just gave in.”
    “I have rules for a reason. I’m sure you have reasons for yours as well,” she said entirely unconvincingly.
    “I amended my rule book after our first fuck to allow up to three nights with supermodels and porn stars.”
    “Hold up.” She snapped out of her slight haze. “Are you saying you think I’m all boobs and no brains?”
    Oh, yeah. Still feisty as ever.
    “You’re as sexy as a supermodel and fuck like a porn star.”
    “Flattery will get you nowhere. Even if I had a similar exception, which I don’t, you wouldn’t qualify.” Juli’s spine straightened as her resolve strengthened. “If you have nothing business related to discuss, I’m leaving.”
    “See you Wednesday,” I said, low and rough to see if she’d grown any weaker to my bedroom voice since the last time she’d been fortunate enough to hear it. “Between now and then, try not to think about how wet your panties are right now and how much wetter you know I can make them.”
    Putting on her best game face, she focused her stare on my straining zipper and said, “Your motives aren’t altruistic, and I have no problem finding willing bodies who both agree to and follow the rules. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
    “Somewhere more important to be?”
    “Your question implies being here is important to me, which I assure you, is not the case.”
    It’s on.
    Juli was wrong about me. I did follow the rules—my rules—but I was smart enough to know when I needed to adapt. I’d chase her if that was the game she wanted to play, but she would be the one begging for more when her time was up.
    “Oh, and my panties aren’t wet, because I’m not wearing any.”
    Son of a bitch.

CHAPTER SIX
    Thomas
    The meeting with Alissa went extremely well. At first, I didn’t know what to expect when I found out she was bringing Carter along. The other day, she told me her boyfriend knew about our past, so I wasn’t sure if he’d try to punch me or not. Turns out the guy is hilarious.
    Keeping a straight face was impossible as he unnecessarily attempted to cock-block me the entire time. Fortunately, instead of laughing in the man’s face, I was able to channel my energy to make it appear as if I was just overly excited, which I think worked to my advantage.
    Carter’s behavior might have actually helped me. If he were jealous enough to piss all over his woman’s leg in a major business meeting, perhaps a little bit of that territorial instinct would rub off on the woman who sat beside me. Between the excessive false excitement, my overly-friendly interactions with Alissa, and the hugs that lasted just slightly too long, I hit my intended target with deadly force. Juli’s panties wouldn’t live to see the morning.
    By the end of the meeting, Juli had shown no visible signs of giving in, so I made one last play and invited Alissa to go out with me that evening. Carter wasn’t happy, to say the least, and I felt a little guilty taking advantage of Alissa’s gratitude, but let’s face it, I wasn’t always the nicest of guys.
    When the meeting disbanded, Juli shuffled out with the crowd, which was most likely the only way she could keep herself from jumping me in front of everyone.
    Having a few hours until the time I told Alissa I’d pick her up, I went back to my office to review another round of counteroffers for the hotel Finn wanted us to buy in Indianapolis. If this proposal turned out to be as ludicrous as the last twenty, I’d have to put my foot down. The only reason I hadn’t given