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“I want to touch you,” she said.

He let out a groan, and she could feel his hardness behind her. “No. Not tonight.”

She frowned. “Why not?”

“Because you might regret it in the morning. And also because I want you to properly agree to our deal.”

She tried to turn again. “No. I won’t regret it. I want to—”

“Sleep, princess. It’s late.”

She was annoyed by his refusal. She opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind, but a yawn escaped her. Thanks to the mind-numbing pleasure and a mind-numbing orgasm, she was pulled into a deep sleep within minutes.

CHAPTER 20

Tanvi woke up to a hot furnace. She shifted, trying to get comfortable, but her bed was still too hard.

She frowned.

When did my mattress get rock hard?

She shifted a little more to get comfortable, but a deep rumbling groan followed by a tight grip on her hips made her freeze.

“Stop moving, princess.”

Shocked, she opened her eyes, only to realize she was lying on top of her arrogant neighbor. Naked. She could feel her bare skin brushing against his hard body.

Oh my God.

She had sex with her arrogant neighbor. No, not sex. The previous night’s events flashed through her mind, making her feel shocked and embarrassed.

They kissed again. But it didn’t stop with the lips. He kissed her everywhere—on her neck, her breasts, her stomach and in between her legs. She recalled moaning out loudly, begging him to stop one moment and then demanding more the next moment. The jerk hadn’t listened to her and did what he pleased.

Despite her desperate pleas, he hadn’t finished what he had started. He put a stop to it saying she would regret it in the morning if they had sex.

He was right.

Her face heated knowing he was the one to put a stop to their make-out session. She scrambled away from him and got up from the bed. Her face heated all the more when she couldn’t find her clothes.

Wrapping her arms around her chest to hide her bare breasts, she glared at him. While she was nearly naked, he was fully dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.

“Where are my clothes?” she demanded.

He smirked. “In the living room, princess. Where you threw them.”

She recalled pulling up her t-shirt and throwing it away.

Oh God. How could I! What was I thinking?

That was the problem. When it came to her arrogant neighbor, she seemed to lose her bloody mind.

Even now, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. He looked utterly sexy with his deep stubble and sleep-hooded eyes. He was watching her with an amused dimpled smirk.

“I have to go,” she said. “I’m meeting my friends in a while.”

His expression didn’t change. Amusement grew in his eyes as it was obvious she was trying to run away.

“I’m scared of the storms,” she added. “Whatever happened between us last night was because I was seeking comfort. You just... happened to be there.”

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