Well Built (Book Boyfriend #3)(25)

"I meant, it's getting late and I'm getting tired and . . ." When he just smirked at her, she knew it didn't matter what she'd meant to say. "Never mind. Just make the damn call already."

He laughed unrepentantly. "Some things don't ever change. You're still a lot of fun to tease, and you're still absolutely adorable when you get all ruffled," he said, affection in his voice.

"So glad I can amuse you," she grumbled, though she was enjoying their flirtatious banter.

As he contacted a towing service to give them directions to where the car was located, Ella took the opportunity to shoot Claire a text.

Just wanted to let you know that my car broke down and I'm stuck in the city for the night. I didn't want you to worry when you didn't see me at work in the morning. I'll have William open up the market for me. As soon as she finished her conversation with Claire, she'd send the store's manager a quick message, too.

No surprise, it didn't take her friend long to reply. OMG. That sucks. Do you need me to come and get you?

No. Kyle has a friend who owns an auto shop. The guy is going to get it fixed first thing in the morning, so it doesn't make sense for me to go home tonight just to come back tomorrow to pick up the car.

Ella knew what was coming even before her friend's next question came through. That row of bubbles appeared as she waited for it . . .

Where are you staying?

At Kyle's, she typed back, then quickly clarified, in his guest bedroom.

Hmm. It doesn't have to be his guest bedroom.

Ella rolled her eyes, because she'd seen her friend's comment coming a mile away. But before she could reply, Claire shot her another note.



       
         
       
        

Considering our earlier conversation about your sex life, or lack thereof, I think you should think of this as fate. Divine intervention, if you will. She added a devil emoji to emphasize her point.

She was seriously equating her vehicle dying on her as divine intervention? OMG, did you do something to my car before I left for the city today?

What? No, of course not. LOL. I'm telling you, having your car break down in the city, while you're with Kyle, happened for a reason. Don't question it, Ella. Just go and fuck Kyle's brains out, enjoy the orgasms, and come back tomorrow relaxed with a euphoric smile on your face. You're long overdue, and I'm betting he'd be more than happy to end your dry spell.

Thank you for your sage advice, she texted back, trying to be sarcastic when, in reality, her body wasn't completely opposed to the idea of a few orgasms with a real-life man. This real-life man. Since her breakup with Tucker, there hadn't been any guy who'd sparked her interest physically. But one kiss with Kyle, and her libido had been reignited. Was she capable of a one-night stand with him? Because that's certainly all it could be for either of them.

Her phone pinged with another incoming text from Claire. Look, there is nothing wrong with a little recreational sex. It's natural and healthy to be sexually active, and your happy vagina will thank you for it tomorrow.

A snort of laughter escaped Ella before she could stop it, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kyle turn his attention to her while she ended her conversation with Claire. We are done with this discussion. I'll keep you posted on what's going on with the car in the morning, and when I'll be back.

Have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't do. Which leaves your options (and your legs) pretty wide open!

Shaking her head, Ella put her phone back into her purse and glanced at Kyle, who'd propped a hip against her car and was watching her much too intently-his stare speculative and his full lips even more pronounced against his trimmed beard. He was done with his phone call, as well, and as their gazes met and held, the exchange she'd just had with Claire played out in her mind-featuring vivid, erotic images of Kyle's mouth buried between her thighs as he pleasured her, and those strong, corded forearms braced beside her as he drove his cock into her, hard and deep, while her body clasped tight around him.

Her sex pulsed in a brazen hell yeah, and to her horror, a small, needy whimper escaped her throat. Damn Claire for planting those ideas in her head!

"Everything okay?" Kyle asked, a brow raised.

She wasn't sure if he was referring to the sex noise she'd just made or the conversation she'd just had with her best friend. She wasn't going to cop to either. "Everything is good." 

He crossed his arms casually over his chest. "The tow truck is ten minutes away. As soon as they have your car hooked up, we can head to my place for the night . . . and bed," he added, his slow smile downright sinful.