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He groans against my shoulder— he wants this as much as I do.

I want more of him. All of him. But somewhere in the back of my mind, the reminder of Liam lingers like a shadow.

This is wrong. It’s Brent.

But the way his fingers curl inside me, the way his touch lights every nerve on fire, I don’t care. Not at this moment. I just need this.

Brent’s lips press against my neck, trailing kisses along my shoulder as his fingers work deeper— faster. My body tightens,toes curling, and I let out a moan, unable to hold back any longer.

"Come for me, Zoe," he whispers, his voice low and demanding.

And I do. With his name on my lips, I come hard, my inner walls squeezing his fingers, waves of pleasure crashing through me as my body trembles in his arms. His hand slows, drawing out every last bit of my release until I’m nothing but a breathless mess.

He pulls his hand away gently, flipping me around until we're front to front. wrapping both arms around me again, pulling me close as I come down from the high, and kissing me on the top of my head.

My arms wrap around him, too.

For a moment, the only sound is the two of us breathing in the dark. Everything about Brent envelops me, and I can’t help but feel safe, even though everything about this is dangerous.

“Is that better?” he asks, his lips brushing against my hair.

“Yeah,” I breathe out, my voice barely above a whisper.

But as the haze of pleasure starts to fade, reality sinks in. What just happened? How did we get here? And where does this leave us now?

I swallow hard, still pressed against him, trying to make sense of it all. But for now, I’m too exhausted, too spent to care.

We’ll deal with the consequences in the morning.

I woke up this morning with no idea where last night left Brent and I, or Liam and I, except that Liam and Shelby are still together, and now I'm acutely aware of how good Brent is with his fingers.

Not to mention all the things that Brent and I admitted yesterday in the elevator, moments that happened a lifetime ago. Brent saying that he would have fought harder if he had known about the hotel room, has me still curious what he meant.

An hour later, my hair is curled and in a ponytail for ice skating after Gran's party that we're headed to first, and my makeup is done.

A knock on the door makes me jump.

“Zoey, you in there?” Brent’s raspy morning voice says against the door.

“Uh, yeah. Just finishing up.”

I can hear the faint sound of some sports channel on inside the suite. He must have woken up and turned on the TV.

I walk to the door, unlock it, and twist the handle, pulling it towards me.

I’m met instantly with those seafoam green eyes and disheveled dark hair.

He’s still in only a pair of boxer briefs he was in last night, but a quick check proves that his erection for last night has died down. Even soft, the bulge still evident behind the thin material suggests that everything about Brent is to scale.

Big guy.

Big heart.

Big cock.

The first two are the only ones we’ve agreed to. The big guy will make Liam jealous, and the big heart got me this beautiful suite and offered to make my ex jealous. Not to mention everything he does to take care of Tessa and his Gran.

How does a guy like that just not show up to pick up a girl after he left candles and flowers on her front stoop asking her to prom?

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