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“No problem,” she says and exits.

“When did we fight?”Michael demands as soon as we are alone.

“What?”

“You told her we had a fight,” he says.“What were you referring to?”

I blink at him.“I was just covering up for saying we need two rooms.”

“Ah.”He takes a step toward me.“But that leaves the question: whydoyou want two separate rooms?”

My heartbeat spikes.“Why not?That’s what we wanted last night.”

Those pitch-black eyes gleam dangerously.“That wasbefore.”

I lift my chin.“Before the act that you called a mistake?”

As his nostrils flare, I realize even his nose is strong and attractive.

“Pot, meet kettle,” he grits out.“It was you who called what happened a mistake.Something about casual hookups and claims that I do not date.”

“Well, you don’t.You have some bullshit rule about it.”

He closes the distance and lifts my chin with his bent knuckles.“There are always exceptions to every rule.”

With that, he claims my lips in a vicious, all-encompassing kiss.

Chapter19

Michael

She returns my kiss with a ferocity I didn’t expect, and then she reaches down to unbuckle my belt.

Some kind of beast—no doubt a bear—awakens inside me, and I fight the urge to roar as I pick her up and carry her to the giant bed.

In a frantic frenzy, we tug at each other’s clothes until they are a pile on the edge of the bed, revealing Calliope in all her pale, delectable glory.

“I want to fuck you so bad.”The words come out of me with a pained groan.“You have no idea what you do to me,ptichka.”

In reply, her cheeks and breasts turn a deeper pink than her hair.“I bet I want to fuck you more.”

“There’s no way that can be true.”I cup her breast.

“Does everything need to be a competition with you?”she gasps, her nipple pebbling under my fingers.

“No.”I spread her legs and feather kisses from her knee up to her thigh.“When it comes to you, I feel like I’ve already won.”

“That doesn’t even make sense,” she says dazedly.“If?—”

My kisses reach the damp, heated flesh of her pussy, and that seems to shut her up—a trick I’ll keep in mind for future reference.

When I take a greedy lick of her entrance, she tastes intoxicatingly of cotton candy, roasted pecans, and something ineffable that is purely her.

A desperate moan escapes her lips, urging me on to lick higher, where her tightening clit shyly hides in a pink hoodie of flesh.

“Oh, my,” she breathes as I reach my destination.

Gripping her by her deliciously round butt cheeks, I lift her toward me and circle my tongue around her little bud, making her moan again.And again.

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