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His eyes sparkle with amusement before he leans down to kiss my lips. And it’s perfect.

It’s not the hungry, devouring kiss he owned me with downstairs.

This one is soft, featherlight, and filled with promise.

Maybe I’m gonna prove Leilani wrong.

Maybe I have given this man slut a sizzling encounter he won’t be able to forget.

Maybe I’m the girl who’s going to make him break his infamous one-time-only habit.

CHAPTER 4

CASEY

She wrote her name and number on my palm.

I let her do it, because I couldn’t exactly tell her no.

I think I was still high off that mind-blowing sex, so when she took my hand and pulled the cap off the pen, I wasn’t physically able to speak.

“You’re gonna call me, right?” She grins down at me, her blue eyes fucking mesmerizing.

Cobalt blue and orangey-red—now I love those colors even more than I used to.

“Yeah, of course,” I rasp. The words kinda slip out before I can stop them. But she’s standing there in that blue dress again. The one I helped her take off. The one I helped her put back on.

The one that squishes her tits together. Tits I was treating like my personal lollipops only moments ago.

“You better.” She giggles, then presses that lush mouth of hers against mine before ducking out of the room.

She’s off to clean herself up in the bathroom.

Am I supposed to wait for her?

I don’t know.

But the second that door clicks shut, it’s like something snaps inside me. An awakening out of my daze.

“Shit,” I mumble, scrambling off the bed and grabbing my shirt.

It’s on in record time, and I’m out the door, tumbling down the stairs and looking for a quick escape.

Girls don’t have this kind of effect on me.

I’m not a one-woman guy. I don’t do girlfriends.

Relationships are just nightmares waiting to happen. My mom’s love life has given me enough insights to know that romantic bullshit is just that—bullshit.

That’s not for me.

Even if the sex was great…

Even if she was funny and entertaining…

Even if I’ll never be able to get those blue eyes out of my brain…

I don’t do repeats.

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