Flirting With An Ex Novels & Stories

"I mean, to climb higher than I already am. It's overwhelming and I sometimes, I just snap." I wisely keep my mouth shut and let him finish. "I almost did today, so I decided, hey why not go get drinks at that cool club instead? Maybe, you'll meet a beautiful woman." I chuckle. Is he flirting with me? Even if he's not, the humor at the end of the sentence lightens the mood a bit. "Coincidentally, I did meet a beautiful woman, only that she carried a wet patch around." I crack a genuine smile. "Are you gonna let me live that down?"

She can't believe they're still not over that 'kissing' fiasco. "I want to know first if you still want to get me off?" She shook her head at the smut expression on his face. "Now if I didn't have any reason to do so, I have one now. Flirt with me and I will throw you out!" "Now how would you know I am flirting if your mind didn't get dirty first? You're supposed to be clueless right? But now it seems you want me." "What?" "Why else will you be misconstruing my words?"

Shit, I need to get laid. I went back to the kitchen and started working but I can’t stop smiling like an idiot. I can’t believe that I actually talked with him. I kept wondering on the possibility of us ending up in bed tonight. I don’t normally flirt with anyone. I’m friendly but I make sure not to send mixed signal. It’s just that he seemed very attractive and my body felt excited to be touched by him. I’m in deep shit. “Hey, are you okay?” Mikel asked when I almost bumped to him.

“Flirting with our rival right in front of everyone?” I opened my eyes and looked at him. “What did you just say?” I asked to straighten up. “You heard me,” he insisted, rolling his eyes. “You stood there, laughing and talking like he’s your everything. You played and flirted with him like he was your boyfriend.” Is he being serious? Accusing me of who I flirt with? “I wasn’t laughing,” I replied. “And I wasn’t flirting.” “Oh really?” he snapped. “So what were you doing? Making him feel special out of pity? Making him feel like the only guy in the world? No, those words you said we're just normal conversations two people obviously have.” he said the alert words sarcastically.

“That definitely means you saw something miss Sloane, you're stuttering and blinking “he pressed on. I shook my head, stepping a foot away from him. “I didn't see anything, and…. and..I ain't stuttering”I lied . “Well if you insist then it's your choice, though I had it all fun with the thought of your ass bumping in my dick, you've got a nice ass, you know that right?” He was flirting with me with his words and I love the way it made me feel below. “I know…and not everyone has a great dick to fuck as yours!” He raised his brows before grinning.

His hand, warm and firm, laced through mine, locking me there as he stared down at me. His gaze shifted—mocking, entertained. Dangerous. “Yeah, Syra,” he murmured, voice dipped in velvet, “the game already started. And if I remember right, all type of flirting is allowed —word play, message dedications, and blublublu”—he mimicked with a mocking roll of his lips—“that’s old school.” I opened my mouth, but he beat me to it, his smile curling. “I don’t do old school,” he whispered, his lips brushing the edge of my cheek. “I do physical flirting. The kind that leaves you breathless.”

I agreed, and then added sharply, “But you should stop flirting with customers.” He laughed, shaking his head as if I’d said something absurd. “Flirting is part of my marketing strategy, sweetheart.” Anger flared, hot and immediate, burning in my chest. “You’re unbelievable! You expect me to be okay with you flirting with other women while we—” I paused, my voice rising, “—while we’re doing this?” His grin widened, his eyes gleaming with that infuriating amusement. “I told you,” he said, his voice dropping into a low, almost taunting tone. “You’ll have to play my game.”

She asked. “Don’t throw those foolish questions at me, Shea. I am too exhausted at work, and this is what I am going to see here? You – smiling and flirting with a man? What do you think I will think, huh? Now, you are showing your true self, huh?” He gravely accused her. She unbelievingly shook her head – like she was just too much in despair now. “Flirting with a man? Does that mean that a friendly smile can be a form of flirtation now? How about you, with Lexi in your office? Isn’t it a form of flirting, Denver?” Shea told him in deep pain.

I didn’t get what he meant, so he continued seeing how confused I was. “We’ve been talking about him too much. I’d like to talk about us without him in the conversation,” he explained. I smiled at him as we kept walking. “Your smile is infectious, but I want more than just a smile,” he turned to look at me in a flirtatious behavior. I didn’t say anything, but it was clear I liked what he was doing. “Imagine me pleasuring you with my cock. How amazing would that be, or should I say, ecstatic?” he said while touching my body. “Just tell me you want some intimate time,” I replied directly, surprising him.

A low groan blows through my parted lips, sounding decidedly primal. She bats her lashes, in response. Coils her fingers in the strands at her shapely hips. Toys with me further as she seems to debate whether to stay the course or leave the goods to my imagination. Well… To my memory bank. “Nik…” I quietly prompt. “Yes, James?” she counters. I chuckle. “Touché.” I’m gently jesting and yet… Not really. Because I like it when we can flirt, unabashedly. This is a different realm for me. I’ve not been clinical with my past lovers, no; I also haven’t engaged in sexy pillow talk or nicknames.