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Chapter 27

Corbin

This is a bad idea.

The words repeat over and over in my mind as I drive to Avery’s apartment building. I’d memorized the address days ago when she’d invited me to her place. The truth is, I’ve been talking myself out of showing up at her place every night for the past week. But tonight, I’ve given up trying to resist her. Tonight, I’m giving in.

Avery answers the door before I can finish knocking. She’s standing there, barefoot in the same dress she wore all day at the shop. Before I can tell myself for the millionth time how bad an idea this is, she’s in my arms and my mouth is on hers. I kick the door closed behind me as I walk her backward into the room.

This. This is what I needed.

The thought flits through my brain even as I slide a hand up to cup Avery’s breast. I’ve dreamed of touching her like this for the past week. She tastes just as sweet as I remember. Sweeter. Maybe it’s because I’ve been denying myself for days but kissing her is even better than I remember.

“It’s just sex,” I say between kisses.

“Yep,” she whispers against my mouth. “Just sex.”

I trail my lips over her jaw.

“No strings.”

She reaches for the hem of my shirt, her hands skimming over my belly.

“No feelings,” she says.

“Fuck no,” I agree. “No one can know.”

“I can keep a secret,” she says.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. Agreeing to a secret fling with my new apprentice. It’s not like me. But I can’t deny I want this. I want her. And I’m tired of pretending I don’t.

“You’re still on birth control?” I ask, sliding my hands under the hem of her dress.

“Yes,” she says. “And I’m clean, remember?”

How could I possibly forget? She’d delivered the news casually as we’d sipped coffee 2 days ago. Jessie and Noah had been only a few feet away. I’d thought for sure one of them would hear her. But they hadn’t.

“So am I,” I say.

“Good,” she says, pulling my head down so she can kiss me. “Because I don’t have condoms.”

“I might have some in my car,” I say, backing her against the wall. “If you want to use them.”

My mouth trails down over her neck, kissing and sucking lightly. She gasps and presses herself harder against me. I feel her hand slide over the front of my pants, lightly gripping my cock through the material.

“I’m not giving you time to come to your senses,” she says.

“It’s way too fucking late for that, angel,” I say, pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger until she gasps.

“Why do you call me that?”

I grin down at her. “Because you look like such a good girl. A proper angel who does what she’s told. Afraid to do anything that might get her into trouble.”

She squeezes my cock again, her hazel eyes locked on mine. “This feels like trouble,” she whispers.

She’s right, I know. This is the definition of trouble. But I can’t seem to stop myself. Especially not now that I know how good it is. I’d been stupid to think one taste of her would be enough.

“You’re right,” I say. “But even angels can fall from grace.”

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