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I blinked. I knew I said something like that to him the other night, but we were in the heat of the moment when I said it, and while I hadn’t really been drunk by then, I’m sure alcohol had loosened my vocal chords. Having him bluntly proposition me felt so cold, so passionless.

I looked at him, trying to read his mind, understand his motives. He could have practically any girl in the school, why was he chasing me down?

“Do you really want this? Or are you only suggesting this arrangement because I ignored you earlier, and you hated it?”

Jack’s eyes widened, his eyes flipped upward as if exploring the inner recesses of his brain for the answer. “Ava, I can tell you think that’s what’s going on, that blowing me off made me more interested in getting your attention. But that would be ignoring the fact that I have been very attracted to you for a while now.”

I flushed with pleasure. “We met two days ago.”

“That’s not the first time that I noticed you.”

I felt my eyebrows jump in surprise. I’d never noticed Jack paying any attention to me.

Jack rolled his eyes. “Ava, you’re hot. Why wouldn’t I notice you?”

I put my hands on my hips. “Well, I’m not a mind reader or an egomaniac. I don’t assume everyone is attracted to me, especially if the person in question isn’t exactly shy about engaging with the opposite sex.”

Jack put his hands up in supplication. “Fair enough. Look, Ava, I like you. I’m definitely attracted to you. Friday night, you mentioned finally being free, doing what you want.” He started to walk toward me again, putting his hands back on the wall on either side of me. “You also mentioned wanting to bury the past, erase the memory of this other guy. What better way to do all those things, than to sleep with me?”

“Jesus, Jack, stop making it seem like you’re being some kind of good Samaritan here. It’s not like you’re giving me a kidney,” I said sarcastically but found myself internally swaying to his questionable logic. I tipped my head back and stared into mesmerizing green eyes that held the promise of pleasure and exploration.

He chuckled. “I’m not going to pretend that I wouldn’t enjoy every minute with you, Ava. Because I will, but so will you. Friday was only the beginning of what I can do to you, to this body,” he murmured hotly, his hand once again slid under my sweater, along my waist, and up my rib cage.

I should have found his cockiness grating, but I didn’t. I found it attractive, magnetic, irresistible. Slowly, he started to move his body closer to mine, his mouth hovering above my lips. “So?”

Jack’s hand felt like a hot brand on my skin, his breath caressing my mouth, his scent invading my brain. As if on automatic pilot, I felt my head nodding up and down, while sirens and danger signs flashed in my peripheral vision. I knew this was a bad idea, maybe my worst, but in that moment, I didn’t care. He picked the right approach. I did want to be free, free of my past, free of my memories.

He responded immediately to the nod of my head, reaching under my butt and lifting me against the wall, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He continued to stare into my eyes as he rested his forehead against mine. “You won’t regret this, Ava.”

He slammed his mouth on mine, crowding out the pile of regrets that had already started to form. His mouth was everything I remembered – hot, commanding, insistent. I felt his hands squeezing my hips, pulling me tightly against his denim-covered erection, putting the seam of my jeans exactly where I needed it. I was shocked at how good the friction and movement of his hips felt against me.

I lifted my hands and thrust them in his hair, around his shoulders, anywhere I could reach, trying to do whatever I could to encourage him to move faster. He moved his mouth down the side of my neck, biting lightly on the skin where my neck met my shoulder, causing ecstasy to shoot through me and a short screech of surprised pleasure to escape my mouth.

My cry caused Jack’s grip on my buttocks to tighten and his mouth to return to mine, his tongue thrusting in time with his hips. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I was on the brink of having an orgasm in a broom closet of my high school.

I felt Jack’s chest vibrate with a low groan and my legs tightened around his waist as our movements became frenzied. He was practically banging me against the wall in a powerful simulation of what was to come.

“Jack, Jack, I…I…” I panted, clawing his back as I felt bliss overwhelm me and flood my system.

“I know, Ava. Fuck yes,” Jack groaned mindlessly in a low voice, his grip bordering on painful as he pulled me against him. He gave two rough thrusts, his teeth sinking into the skin of my shoulder, causing me to gasp in pleasure, my hips bucking hard.

My head fell back against the wall as I slowly tried to pull myself back together. I felt Jack heaving chest against my breasts and his labored breath against the exposed skin of my shoulder.

“Jesus Christ,” Jack muttered as I slowly unwound my legs from around Jack’s waist, and he lowered me to the ground.

I covered my face with my hands. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I just did that.”

Jack snorted and grabbed my wrists to lower my hands. “Ava, we barely did anything. We still have all our clothes, for Christ’s sake.”

I blew out a steadying breath. “I guess…”

“Anyway, I can guarantee I’m a lot more uncomfortable than you are right now, and I don’t mean emotionally,” he stated sarcastically referring to the damp spot on the front of his pants.

I laughed. “I guess I’m still flattered.”

Jack grinned. “You definitely should be.” He reached up his hands and cradled my jaw, his thumb rubbing against my cheek. “But, I’ll tell you what, Ava, next time I get off, it won’t be inside a pair of fucking jeans.”

I didn’t know what to say, but I felt heat wash over me and chills rise to the surface of my skin, his words creating an erotic image in my head that was hard to shake off.

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