My Best Friend's Sister ! ENGLOT

Chapter 10

I stroke her cheek, rubbing my thumb over her soft skin. Her brown eyes peek up at me through her eyelashes, and her teeth sink into those plump lips of hers. Her tongue peeks out as she glides it over the indents on her bottom lip, and I feel my cock rising in response. I'm holding my breath as I wait for her to reply to those three words I said.

I was in love with her. But did she feel the same?

"Engfa...," she says softly, and my heart accelerates as I think about the words falling from her lips. I rub my nose against hers and down her face, tracing my lips over her jaw.

"Tell me, baby."

I cup her face and rub my lips over hers gently, and she sighs into my mouth, granting my tongue access to hers. I nibble gently on her lip that she'd recently chewed on before gently stroking my tongue against hers.

The sound of my phone vibrating breaks us from our heated liplock. I pull the phone from my pocket, and I feel as if someone has their hand wrapped around my throat when we see the name flashing across the screen.

Phil Austin

Shit.

"Fuck. Did Mew call him?" she shrieks as she reaches for her phone. Her eyes widen. "He called me too! God dammit, Mew!" She begins to rub her temples, and I wish I could take her back to bed to really calm her down, but I know now isn't the time.

"Stop swearing; it's not ladylike," I tell her with a hint of humor in my voice, knowing she's known to swear like a sailor. Especially when she's on the brink of an orgasm. Shit, Waraha, do not think about her orgasms seconds before you talk to her father.

"Don't make me blow you while you're on the phone with my dad."

I narrow my eyes at her and immediately put my hand over my dick as if that would do anything. "You wouldn't." She moves toward me to get on her knees, reaching for me on the way down. "Ah ah ah!" I tell her as I back up. "Okay, okay, you would." I point at her. "Fucking behave, Charlotte; I mean it." I pick up the phone on what I assume to be the last ring.

"Phil. How's it hanging?"

"What took you so long to answer?" he barks into the phone.

"Sorry, Phil, I was-" I look over at Charlotte, wondering what exactly I'm supposed to say, and she shoots me a wink, pulls her lips into a pucker, and blows me a kiss. I raise my eyebrow at her and shake my head. "I didn't realize it was ringing."

"Uh huh. I'm sure. Now listen, I'm sure you know why I'm calling...," he trails off.

Do I? Maybe Mew hasn't called him? Fuck. "I have an idea."

There's a silence on the other end that's almost deafening. "You love my girl?"

I gulp. "Yes, sir. I do."

"She loves you back?"

Dig the knife in deeper, thanks. "I'm not sure; she hasn't said for sure." Charlotte narrows her eyes at me and frowns, knowing she's the 'she' I'm talking about.

"Good, I hope she makes you sweat a little bit." He chuckles, and I feel my jaw tick in irritation. Phil was like a second father to me, but I hate him a little bit right now. I've just laid my heart out to a woman for the first time in my life, and she hasn't reciprocated. I am not interested in entering a battle of wits with her father. "I'm not thrilled to hear about you defiling my princess," he continues. Really Mew, you had to tell him everything? "But, I suppose there could be worse guys out there."

I am shocked this conversation is taking a vastly different turn. "You don't sound like Mew."

"Mew didn't notice the way she used to look at you."