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“Unlike you, I paid attention during the tour Evanne gave.”

The smile she gave was pure wickedness, and I half-expected her to push me against the door and kiss me. Instead, she did something that had my dick instantly hard.

Her shorts dropped, and she stepped out of them, revealing a pair of simple white panties. Undoing the top three buttons of her shirt kept it on, but I could see hints of a bra that matched. It wasn’t the clothes or her near-nudity that did me in, though. It was the raw desire that turned her eyes as dark as the night sky.

Two steps backward, and she turned away from me, placing her hands on the sink counter. A glance over her shoulder found me still standing in the same place. She leaned forward slightly, arching her back, the invitation clear.

“You’re not going to make me take care of myself, are you?”

Any protests I might have made disappeared, and my world narrowed down to this small space and the woman offering herself to me.

Pants down to my thighs, condom on, each motion done with shaking hands. I never wanted anyone this badly before. She took me from zero to a hundred in less than a minute, and I no longer cared where we were or what was proper. I just needed to be inside her.

I didn’t want to hurt her, but she pushed back against me when I tried to ease in, both of us cursing as her body reluctantly made way for mine. I closed my eyes, hands clutching her hips, jaw clenched, and I fought the urge to come right then. I didn’t wait long, though. This wasn’t the sort of situation that made for lazy lovemaking.

I’d be damned if I was the only one who got off, though. As soon as I started to move, I slid one hand down the front of her panties, my fingers finding that slick bundle of nerves. The other arm wrapped around her upper body, my hand delving inside her shirt to cup a breast. I held her tight against me, barely giving myself room to thrust, and used my fingers to bring her along. Whether out of my need for her or the adrenaline from doing something so daring, I didn’t last long. As I came, she ground down on my hand and my cock, taking her own pleasure with a quiet but satisfied cry.

We stood together a moment longer, waiting for our breathing to slow, and I found myself wondering if I would be able to leave her behind when the time came.

Twenty-One

Baylen

I didn’t take Harlee home after the party. I almost asked her to stay with me all weekend, but my conversation with my parents came back to me before I could. So instead of spending Sunday in bed with her, I spent it on my laptop, working. I talked to her Sunday evening and last night, but I wanted to see her.

By mid-morning, I decided to do something spontaneous and unlike me. I asked the hotel desk clerk for a recommendation and then placed an order. Twenty minutes later, I was on my way to MIRI with lunch for two.

As I stepped out onto Harlee’s floor, I saw other employees leaving for lunch. I didn’t see Harlee, which I hoped meant she was still in her office.

Her door was partially open, and I could see her at her desk. I knocked anyway.

“Baylen.” Harlee sounded surprised.

“I thought we could have lunch together.” I pushed the door enough to allow me to enter the office, holding up the bag I carried. “I was told this was a good place to eat.”

She glanced at the bag before turning back to her computer. “Never heard of it.”

I tried not to frown at her abrupt behavior. Perhaps I caught her in the middle of something. “I should have called ahead rather than surprise you.”

Her attention was still fixed on her screen as she said, “That would’ve been nice.”

“Is something wrong?” I set the bag on the edge of her desk.

“Nope,” she said. “I’ve just got a lot of work to do.”

“I’m sure Alec doesn’t require you to work through lunch.” I kept my tone light. “Let’s take a few, have something to eat. Talk a bit.”

She gave me a sharp look. “Just because you’re friends with my boss doesn’t mean you can just stroll in and decide when I don’t have to work.”

My eyebrows went up. “That’s not what I’m doing. I just wanted to spend some time with you and thought it’d be nice to surprise you with lunch.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t have the time for lunch.”

I sighed loudly, hating how this conversation was going. “Well, it’s not as if I have a lot of time left here in America.”

She turned toward me. “How could I forget? Of course, I should drop everything I’m doing to spend time with a guy who leaves Seattle in a week.”

“I never told you I was staying here,” I countered. “You knew from the beginning I would leave. In fact, that’s why you wanted to be with me in the first place. I was something casual that you never had to see again.”

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