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He jerked up his jeans and drew back into the shadows.

“This was the lesson. Just the fucking.”

I already missed his touch and I wanted to know what he was thinking. But he left me in the room and escaped down the hall.

He’d warned me of no softness.

The excitement faded into loss. It was what I’d agreed to, but suddenly, the lessons didn’t feel so special.

I pulled my sweatshirt down with a shaky hand.

How was I supposed to go out there now? Everything had tilted and shifted.

Class was definitely dismissed, but I wasn’t so sure I was ready for the next lesson.

CHAPTER 20

COLDER

Her scent was in my brain and now all over my skin.

Lesson, my ass.

She’d demolished me and didn’t even know it. Those huge blue eyes had shattered me. I’d watched her come so hard her eyes had gone blind.

I’d taken her in there for a quickie. It was supposed to be a fun end to a game.

I should have known better. Nothing about us and our little games—or lessons—were simple.

I was gone for her.

Unequivocally.

Now I had to go into that lobby full of my friends and act like I hadn’t just had my whole life rearranged.

Best part?

She had no fucking clue.

I was her teacher, hell…she’d actually tried to hire me to do this. And now I was the one fucked sideways.

Not just because of her body, which was already driving me absolutely insane, but that busy brain of hers had me wound up and ready to ask her for everything.

To be mine—not part of some twisted class. And definitely not to answer deep, searching questions for research.

Because I wanted her to know me just as much as I wanted to know her.

The real her.

The real me.

I wanted more and I wasn’t entirely sure she’d be down for the same. And the only way I could find out would be to put all of me on the line.

No failsafes.

I hovered at the edge of the hallway entrance to the lobby. The room was full of professionals. Callahan, who owned Lonegan’s and three other bars in the area—not that he advertised that part to people. He liked being the neighborhood bar owner.

Eli—lawyer.

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