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Our tongues tangle as I inch my cock into her. Her inner walls squeeze me, making me throb. There’s no way I’m going to last long, especially when she hikes one leg high around my waist.

“You feel so damn good.” I kiss my way down to her chest, taking her nipple into my mouth.

Izzy’s back arches off the bed as I tease her nipple with my tongue. Her nails rake down my back as I rock my hips faster, slamming into her.

“Yes, Oliver. Don’t stop.”

I switch to her other nipple, sucking it hard as she comes. My cock stiffens before my own orgasm overtakes me. I keep thrusting until both of us slump to the mattress together.

As I fall to the bed beside her, I get the sense that I’m going to get the first night of good sleep I’ve had in a long time.

CHAPTER 8

IZZY

Sun warms my skin as I yawn and stretch, looking around the room I didn’t get a good look at last night. Navy blue curtains frame the window and dark wood nightstands sit beside the metal bedstead.

Nothing about the room stands out as having a personality, but I get the sense that Oliver works too much to make his apartment feel like a home.

As I roll onto my side, I notice the other half of the bed is empty. A small pit opens in the bottom of my stomach, wondering if he took off to make sure that I left in the morning.

This was a bad idea. I never should have asked him for help last night.

I never should have kissed him.

I wanted to kiss him, though.

After he played those songs for me, it was all I could think about. Actually, it’s all I’ve thought about since the moment I saw him, even if he does have a habit of acting like a jerk.

And now I’ve gone and made our situation worse.

As I’m busy sending myself into a panic spiral, Oliver appears in the doorway with a mug of coffee in his hand. He gives me a strained smile before crossing the room and handing me the cup.

He sits at the foot of the bed as I sip the coffee. “Last night, we both got a bit carried away. I want to act like adults about this, but to be honest with you, I don’t have time for a relationship. My job is my first priority, and it always will be.”

I nearly spit out my mouthful of coffee. It’s difficult to swallow, but I force it down. “We slept together, Oliver. I may find you attractive, but I never said that I wanted to turn this into a full-blown relationship after a night where you were tolerable.”

The corner of his mouth turns upward. “Oh, so it was only tolerable? I’ll keep that in mind if you ever want multiple orgasms again.”

The heated look in his eyes suggests that we’re only heading for dangerous territory right now. I don’t know what I want when it comes to Oliver.

Last night, he was nice. I enjoyed spending time with him, but only a few days before that, he was nearly biting my head off for playing the piano.

I take another sip of coffee, prolonging the silence that stretches between us. It’s not uncomfortable, but it feels like I have to fill it soon.

Oliver’s gaze flits around the room like he’s desperate for a distraction. He clears his throat and shifts his weight. When his hand rubs the back of his neck, I set the coffee to the side.

I sit a little taller in the bed, keeping the sheets wrapped around my body. “We could try being friends.”

“Friends?”

“It’s better than you yelling at me and hating me all the time.” I get out of bed, keeping the sheets wrapped around my body. “I should be able to get back in my apartment by now. I was thinking that I could go get changed and maybe you would be willing to show me the city.”

The playful side of Oliver disintegrates. He shuts down again, his face becoming a blank mask as he shakes his head. “I think that’s a bad idea. We had fun together last night, but spending time together seems like we’re asking for trouble.”

I roll my eyes and pat his shoulder on my way by. “You saw me naked, Oliver. Don’t get weird about this, and don’t overthink it. We’re both adults, and honestly, I think we could both use more friends.”

“I’m fine with the friends I have.”

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