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Down, boy.

Cassie cocked her head and regarded me with puzzlement. “Do you keep your clothes in your car?”

I closed the trunk. “I do today.”

She started to come closer. “Curtis-“

I cut her off before she could get too close. “I’ve got to get to work,” I said and left her behind because something kind of terrible had occurred to me.

“Cord, you can get a ride home with either Cassie or Curtis…”

I wouldn’t just be staying with Cord and Saylor. Their house was also Cassie’s house. Running into Cassie at work was one thing. Running into Cassie in some flimsy pajamas en route to the bathroom would be something else entirely. She’d quickly become my fantasy of choice when I was beating off and she had no idea. The thought of being so close to that kind of temptation almost made my knees buckle. I had to admit to myself something I’d known since the first time I saw her.

I wanted that girl bad, and not just as a fantasy fuck toy.

I couldn’t remember when I’d wanted anyone more.

I also couldn’t think of one good reason why I deserved to have her.

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