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"When is it?"

"Brody."

"I'll rent a limousine."

I slammed my hand down on the bar top. "Brody. Stop."

Brody's gaze softened, his jaw relaxing. "I want to go with you."

"After everything I just told you."

Brody lay his hand in front of me, palm up. "Maybe your heart was speaking for you when you said those things about me."

Oh. My. God.

Seriously swoon.

I set my hand in his and nearly melted as he held tight to it.

"I don't like that you lied to your mom. But that doesn't make you untrustworthy … it just makes you stupid." Brody brushed his thumb over my hand. "I like the lie you made up."

Okay. Swoon again.

"I need to kiss you," I said.

Brody looked back and forth as if I was about to kiss him right here in front of everyone. I had no intention of doing that. I angled my head toward the rear of the pub.

"Not here," I said. "Let's go to my office."

Brody abandoned his drink and met me in the back hallway. Just like on the mountaintop, Brody gripped my sleeve, keeping in step with me. I led him inside the small space that I shared with the other managers and closed the door. He pressed his back against it; lips parted.

I wanted to dismantle every piece of him from his lips to his fingertips—down to his toes. I wanted to strip him down to his basest parts and then lovingly stitch him back together, having memorized the breathtaking composition that made Brody who he was inside and out.

I held his face in both hands and pressed out foreheads together, our combined breath mingling between us in warm seductive gusts. "Where on earth did you come from?"

I felt Brody's brow wrinkle.

"I've never met someone so perfect," I clarified.

Brody whimpered and I couldn't hold back a second longer. His hands moved to my hips, clutching tight as I kissed him. Harder and more desperate this time, as if Brody might escape me or somehow cease to exist. I couldn't imagine a world without this man. The loss of someone so beautiful and pure would be an epic travesty of nature. It would cripple me.

He hummed against my lips, vibrating them, chasing them for more. I pressed Brody against the door and dug my fingertips through the curls at the nape of his neck. He moaned and pulled my hips to him, then rode the top of my pants with his hands, past my belt, and onto my ass—and tugged. Desperate need rolled through my gut, lust rippling to my groin, as our hard cocks thrust together, sending us both reeling. Passion ignited, our hands became frantic, seeking out skin.

I sank to my knees. I wanted him in my mouth. He carded his fingers through my hair, gazing down at me as I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, exposing thin cotton fabric. I rubbed my lips across his bulge, inhaling the scent of him. He was clean and dirty all at once. Like the man, there were shades of him I had yet to discover. I reached up behind him and locked the door.

His gaze smouldered into mine as I kissed and licked his underwear, savouring the rock-hard girth beneath my lips and tongue. He groaned and tipped his head back, his fingers still in my hair. I snagged his waistband with my hands and tugged it down, releasing his cock. Glorious. It was thick and long and weeping from the tip. I extended my tongue and had my first taste of him.

My world shifted.

I moaned and moved closer, my knees tucked between his feet, and painted my lips with his slit, one hand grasping his length, the other slipping beneath to cup his substantial balls.

I drew a lazy circle around his glans with my tongue, tickling him, memorizing every scent and feel of him before I slipped him into my mouth. As I sucked, Brody made a guttural animalistic sound that made my dick throb and pulse in response. I relinquished his balls and made quick work of exposing myself to the air at Brody's feet. I caressed my cock slowly as I sucked and thrust Brody's erection in and out of my stretched lips, using my tongue to keep him wet.

I slurped on his cockhead and jacked his shaft while I peered up at him. He watched me intently but didn't say a word. I didn't need him to. The blown pupils in his eyes and the soft touch of his fingers in my hair told me everything I needed to know. We were taking a step together. A significant one. This wasn't just lust winning out. This was a commitment between us.

And that didn't scare me in the least.

I sucked him to the back of my throat and swallowed around his girth. Brody groaned and gripped a chunk of my hair in his fist, balling it up. His hips thrust forward.

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