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My best friend is hung… too bad he’s an a**hole.
What a huge mess. Back in high school, we were inseparable. Henry was my best friend and a little bit more.
But he broke my heart. One day we were close, and the next he was ignoring me in the halls.
Fast forward ten years. I just landed my dream job working for an online news organization. It’s my chance to report on serious issues.
Except I’ll be working very closely with Henry.
He’s the producer on my first story. I never thought I’d see him again. But he’s back, and he’s all grown up: cocky grin, muscular body, hands that have a ton of experience. I can’t stop picturing all those nights we used to undress each other in the dark.
I need to keep it professional. But Henry isn’t making that easy.
He wants me again. And he’s not being subtle about it. If I give in to him, I know I’m going to need more than just one night.
I’m in for the best mistake of my life.
Best Friend With Benefits is a steamy romance with hot scenes and bad language. It’s only recommended for readers 18+.
Best Friend With Benefits is a STANDALONE, full-length novel. No cliffhanger. Guaranteed HEA.
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This is pretty wrong, even for me.
We work together. That’s basically breaking every single rule I have for the workplace, which admittedly is pretty lax overall. But still, I have my one rule, and I stick to it. I don’t sleep with coworkers, especially not when I’m out on assignment.
But on top of that, and more importantly, it’s freaking Henry. He’s the guy that broke my heart all those years ago, destroyed me out of nowhere, and made my senior year a living hell.
He’s all grown up now though. That handsome, boyish kid grew up into an incredibly attractive, muscular, rugged looking man. I can still get glimpses of that teenager I dated a long time ago, but he’s all man now and it’s hard to see him any other way.
So I’m pretty stupid for getting myself in this position, right? I should probably walk away.
But my heart beats fast as soon as Henry comes up behind me, pins me up against the wall, and whispers in my ear.
“Have you been dreaming about my cock all these years?”
I gasp and shake my head but he pulls me hair and I can feel his smirk against my neck. “Come off it, Viv. You pretend to be so prim and good, but I know that’s just for the cameras.” He grabs my hair and pills it back, hard, making me gasp. “I know what you’re really like. I know you, Viv.”
“Not anymore,” I whisper, but my heart is hammering as he roughly presses his hand down the front of my jeans, finding my dripping pussy.
“Just like I remember. You’re still a teenage girl down here, you tight little slut.” He presses his fingers deep inside of me and I gasp.
“Don’t be an asshole,” I moan as he fucks me slowly with his thick, strong hands.
“Don’t pretend like you haven’t been dreaming of me fucking you for years, and maybe I’ll be nice.”
“Fine,” I say, pushing back from the wall. His hand slides out from my jeans as I whirl on him. “You want the truth?”
He grins and pushes me back against the wall, pinning me there with his hips as he grabs my hair and tips my head back. “Go ahead, give it to me. What’s the truth?”
I stare back at him defiantly. “I haven’t wasted a single second on you since the day I left town.”
He grins and he knows I’m lying. I know he can see right through me, he always could, but I can’t give him the satisfaction of knowing the truth. I can’t let him know that I haven’t forgotten him, not even for a second. I’ve had my own life since high school, of course, but I never really let him go, not completely.
And now that he’s back, all of those feelings are back, too. But he’s such a cocky asshole, he doesn’t deserve it.
“You’re fucking sexy when you lie, girl,” he says.
And before I can answer, he crushes my mouth with a kiss, stifling any resistance I have left.
That bastard. He broke my heart back then and now I’m stuck with him, working in close quarters together. I didn’t want this, not even a little bit, but I have no other choice. It’s a good story, and I’m not going to be the one who backs down.
So when he cups my breasts and tell me how badly he wants to watch me swallow his come, I know I’m screwed, because I want to taste it just as bad.
“You see the new girl yet?”
I lean back in my chair and eye Greg as he gives me a big, stupid grin. “Not yet,” I say. “Some of us have to work, you know.”
“Oh, come off it. You field producers always act like you’re better than the rest of us.”
Greg is older, in his mid-fifties, and he’s been doing this reporting thing since before I was born. Still, we’ve been working together now for five years, and he trusts me. He’s balding, getting a little heavier, but he still knows what he’s doing. The old beat reporter is still buried in there, behind the lazy desk jockey he’s become. He’s my mentor, in a lot of ways, but I’d never fucking tell him that.
I grin right back. “That’s because we are.”
He sighs, shaking his head. “You know, Henry, if you weren’t so damn good at what you do, I would have fired your ass a while ago.”
“I know,” I say and laugh. “But who else are you going to get to travel all to all the shit parts of the world?”
“Nobody,” he admits.
“See, we’re beautiful together. You sit on your lazy ass and edit my stories while I go out and risk my damn life to find them.”
He groans and rolls his eyes. “Were you ever in danger in Indonesia?”