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“You’re nothing like Lance,” I say, my hands landing on his waist and then trailing up his chest. His muscles are taut and I explore them, unable to believe this is happening, but while it is, I’m going to enjoy it.

His eyes squeeze shut and when he opens them, they’re haunted. “The town is already talking about us. It’s just little whispers here and there, but it’ll build. It always does around here.”

“Well, when we’re in public, we’ll just have to be aware and keep our distance from each other, I guess,” I say, my voice practically a purr.

His thumb drags over my bottom lip and he tugs it down, sticking his thumb in my mouth for a second and then dragging the wetness across my lips.

I lean on my tiptoes and whimper when his erection hits me in a better place. He puts his hands on the wall on either side of me and thrusts against me once. I gasp his name and finally get my hands in his hair. He closes his eyes again when I drag my hands through his thick, wavy hair and then tug on it. When his eyes open, he reaches down and runs his fingers over my nipple.

“What about when we’re not in public?” he asks, moving to my other breast and tweaking until they’re both hard pebbles.

“I think we do whatever we want,” I whisper.

He grips me tighter, his lips whispering against mine. I want him to kiss me so bad it hurts.

“Yeah? Whatever we want? What if I want what can’t be mine?” he asks.

The need in his voice makes my insides tremble.

“Tell me what you want and maybe it can be,” I whisper.

His hands drop off of me and he takes a step back, leaving me cold once again. He swipes his hand across his face and lets out a ragged breath.

“I’m giving you such conflicting messages, I wouldn’t blame you for hating me,” he says.

“You are,” I tell him, stepping closer to him. “But I promise I don’t hate you. Not at all.” I tug his tie, pulling him toward me, and I do what I’ve wanted to do since the first time I saw him.

I kiss the hell out of him.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

NO ONE ELSE

SUTTON

Her kiss is every bit as addicting as I knew it would be. Her full, pouty lips are my favorite thing, the taste of her sweet tongue, it’s exhilarating. The way her body fits against mine is a heady experience, and her hands roam my body like she’s just as hungry for me as I am for her.

I can’t get close enough.

It’s the sweetest heaven, even while I feel like I’m surely diving into hell.

I take the kiss deeper and she whimpers into my mouth, her tongue tangling with mine. I start to pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist when I hear Owen’s shower turning off.

Fuck.

I’ve clearly lost my mind.

I set her back on the ground and loosen my grip on her, my lips reluctantly leaving hers. We’re both breathless as we look at each other and I start to tell her it can’t happen again, that I’m so sorry I can’t seem to get a grip around her, but I will…when she points her finger in my face.

“That was undeniably the best kiss either one of us has ever had. Try to tell me differently,” she says, chest heaving up and down. Her nipples look like they’re trying to break free of her shirt, just like my dick is jamming against my pants right now.

I’m so stunned by what she’s said and distracted by her phenomenal tits that I give my head a slight shake.

“I can’t deny that.” I smirk and wipe my lower lip with my thumb as I finally meet her eyes again.

She grins and then she starts laughing, and I run my hand through my hair, sighing loudly before I start laughing too.

“Fuck, Felicity. What the fuck am I gonna do with you?”

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