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But here goes.

“I don’t regret it. I know I should, but I don’t.” I hold her gaze firmly and wait for her to call me an asshole.

She doesn’t.

If anything, she softens.

Thank god.

So I keep going, because I’m a guy and when I see an opening with a beautiful woman I’m damn well taking it.

“I thought being a gentleman—at least part of the night—was the right thing to do. But the truth is, Molly, I regret not fucking you. Not just once, but twice. Hell, three times.”

Molly’s eyes dilute and I take another step closer.

Her arms drop away, and I use the opportunity to move in farther.

“I haven’t fucked another woman since that night and I’m not going to lie, if I get the chance to have you, I want it.”

“I—”

I grip her chin. “Are you in love with this Greg?”

Because the way I see it, all is fair in love and war. He hasn’t put a ring on it, so she is still fair game.

Not that I intend to go that far.

But damn the chemistry between us is off the charts. The need to sink my cock inside this gorgeous woman is overwhelming.

Keeping my hands off her is becoming impossible.

I know she wants me; her eyes are diluted as hell and lust is pouring off her. I would bet my entire inheritance that her panties are soaked.

If she gives me a sign, I’m taking it.

Sorry Greg.

I’m not.

“Greg is—”

“Not here. I am.” I press.

Molly licks her lips, and my eyes follow the movement, then flick up to hers as I wait for a sign.

Her mouth parts so I take my chance.

Sliding my hand through her hair, I press my body against hers, breathing her in as I lower my mouth. Molly’s arms wrap around my neck, and she tiptoes up to meet me in an automatic and sexy as hell reaction.

“Just to be clear, I’m not stopping tonight,” I rasp.

“Just to be clear, we’re only doing this once,” she whispers back. “Now fuck me, Atlas Montgomery.”

See, I am a gentleman.

The lady asks and I deliver.

CHAPTER NINE

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