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You know what?

Fuck it.

I cup her face in my hands and crush my mouth to hers.

The first brush of her lips is electric, sending a jolt straight through me. She tastes like gin and honey and something uniquely Melissa.

I deepen the kiss, my tongue teasing the seam of her lips until she opens for me with a breathy little moan.

My hands skim down her sides to her waist, itching to touch all that smooth, tanned skin. Her fingers curl into the front of my shirt, holding me close.

“Bash,” she breathes, my name a plea on her lips.

I press her back against the car door, eliminating any space between us.

The kiss turns hot and urgent, months of pent-up desire unleashing.

Melissa arches into me, her nails digging into my shoulders as I trail kisses along her jaw, her neck. I nip at her collarbone and she gasps, her head falling back.

I want her. Here and now, consequences be damned. And from the way she’s grinding against me, I’d say the feeling is mutual.

I groan against her skin. “Give me your keys, baby.”

She fumbles in her purse before pressing the key fob into my palm. I hit the unlock button.

Then I yank open the backseat door and pull her inside.

Chapter Four

MELISSA

I’m dreaming. I must be.

There’s no way this is real, that I’m actually in the backseat of my car making out with Bash Cooper, my high school crush.

I gasp as Bash’s strong hands grab my hips, pulling me onto his lap.

Nope. This is definitely not a dream.

His lips trail hot kisses down my neck as his fingers pinch my nipples through the fabric of my dress. “Fuck, Melissa. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

I arch into his touch, craving more. “Really?” I manage to get out, pulse racing. “How long?”

“Since forever, baby,” Bash rasps against my throat. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. Wanted to touch you, taste you...”

His hands move lower, bunching my dress up around my waist.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything back then?”

“I was a dumb kid back then, baby. Didn’t have the balls to go after what I wanted.” His fingertips brush against my soaked panties. “But I’m not about to make that mistake again.”

Bash’s lips crush against mine, his tongue plunging deep into my mouth while he reaches between us and circles my clit with his thumb. I grind shamelessly in his lap, feeling his hardness pressing insistently against my core.

I’ve never been this turned on in my life. I’ve always been the good girl, the consummate professional. But right now, I’m seconds away from begging this man to fuck me senseless.

“I wanted you too,” I confess breathlessly.

“Yeah?” Bash groans, capturing my bottom lip between his teeth and giving it a sharp nip. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you wanted me to do to you.”

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