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“Why would I lie?” she murmurs, her eyes falling to my mouth. “Jo, I…I love you.”

Now, what fucking choice do I have?

I kiss the girl.

Chapter Fifty-Six

Candy

His warm breath touches me a second before his lips do. My body tenses with joy, then lust, as he massages my lips with his. He’s crushing me to the wall, grinding his dick between my legs so hard, I’m already aching inside.

For him.

I want to give him what no one’s taken from me yet. Despite everything—despite every-fucking-thing—that’s happened to me, I’ve clung to my virginity for dear life.

For him.

As ridiculous as that sounds. As impossible as that may be.

Somehow, I knew that one day we’d be here, and I’d have to prove to him that he means more to me than any other guy in the whole world—even those that mean less than nothing.

I want him to know he’s special.

That I’m his.

That I belong to him, and only him.

Josiah Bale owns me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I’m shuddering all over, inside and out, as he slows his kiss. He tastes every inch of my mouth, playing with my tongue, drawing out the ecstasy of this moment. I start moaning, and whimpering, and squirming—coming undone from need.

“Where?” he whispers, moving his lips away from mine.

I moan sulkily at the loss, and then buck into him so hard he groans. “Anywhere, I don’t care.”

“You will care. Tell me.”

“Fuck.” I’m panting. He watches me, unmoved by my impatience, my frustration.

“Where, darling? Where do you want me to fuck you?”

I shiver, eyelids fluttering closed in delight as those words send a hard spike of pleasure through me. My underwear’s starting to get damp, my skin heating up.

In the kitchen, the phone starts ringing.

We both ignore it.

Then it comes to me. Somewhere private. Somewhere special. Somewhere no one would think to look for us.

“The pool house.”

“The pool house,” he repeats, already turning and heading there. He locks lips with me again, and we crash against furniture and walls like a pair of drunks as he stumbles toward the back door.

Our kiss is ravenous now. My lips tingle, hot and engorged with blood. I don’t know why, but his saliva is as sweet and intoxicating as a liqueur, and it’s having the same effect on me.

My head spins as he hurries past the pool. We crash against the glass doors. Jo grasps roughly at my breasts with one hand while he fumbles to open the door with the other.

“Jo!” I pant his name. “Hurry.”

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