From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 340

Chapter 340

And I’ve been needing a distraction. Needing something that isn’t responsibility or tension or deceit or watching everyone crumble around me. Something that demands my attention in a different way. And she turned out to be exactly that.

I wiped my hands on a towel and turned around slowly.

She was still standing there with her arms folded tightly across her chest, jaw clenched, annoyance radiating off her in waves.

“And your point is?” she said sharply.

I slid my hands into my pockets. “I can show you my medical records. I just want to be sure you aren’t going to be giving me anything I didn’t ask for.”

Her eyes widened, heat flashing through them. “What? I don’t have anything. I’m always safe. I’ll just get a report to prove that. Is that

all?”

There it was again–determination. Not feminine coyness. Not bashful hesitation. She was ready to march into a clinic right now and

bring me a file just to get the show started.

I stepped closer, leaning against the counter beside her. “With that out of the way,” I said, “let’s talk about boundaries.”

She leaned forward ever so slightly, her expression sharpening. “Boundaries?”

“I’m into… some things that might terrify you.” My voice dropped lower. “But then, we can’t shame anyone for their preferences and kinks

now, can we?”

She shook her head slowly, captivated. “I don’t have any boundaries.”

That knocked the breath clean out of my lungs.

“Oh really?” I murmured. “I’m intrigued. Keep going, Elizabeth. Tell me more.”

She hesitated for a fraction of a second. A flicker of something–uncertainty or anticipation–passed over her face, but then she straightened, resolve hardening.

“I don’t have any boundaries,” she said again. “I want to try everything. For the experience. So teach me. Show me. Introduce me to your world.” She lifted her chin. “Don’t hold back.”

My cock hardened so fast it was painful. Blood shot south like it had been waiting for this exact moment. It was ridiculous how easy it was for her to drag this kind of reaction out of me.

That was the most erotic thing a woman had ever said to me. Not because of the words, but because she meant them.

I pushed off the sink, and with two steps I was in front of her, towering over her, looking down into eyes that burned with reckless

invitation.

She didn’t flinch. Didn’t tum shy. Didn’t pretend to be intimidated. If anything, she looked like she was challenging me to prove myself

worthy of her boldness.

“Do you know what you’re asking, Elizabeth?” I whispered.

“Yes.” Her voice didn’t waver.

“I’m very tempted,” I breathed, leaning in until my lips almost brushed the shell of her ear. “My dick’s fucking hard right now, Elizabeth. And it’s all your fault.”

She tilted her head slightly, her lips curving. “Good thing I forgot my underwear.”

Heat washed through me so violently I had to steady a hand on the counter. “Let’s find out, shall we?” I murmured.

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