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“What’s wrong?” I asked, realizing that perhaps thiswasn’tabout me.

I sat up straighter, reaching for his hand. I hated to see anything but excitement and mischief in those eyes.

“I just... You don’tneedto do this, you know,” he said, swallowing hard. “Idon’t want you to feel like youhaveto because of...”

I shook my head.

This again.

“When are you going to realize that Iwantthis? I wantyou,” I said.

The sigh of relief that left him was indescribable.

I slid my fingers in between his, squeezing as I continued. “I get that you’re trying to give me space to figure things out, and I appreciate that more than you know. But you...”

I swallowed nervously as the words made their way out of my throat. “You feel right. This... feels right. Doesn’t it?” I asked, afraid of his answer.

Because, with one word, Mitchell DeVille could bring it all to a halt.

And that terrified me more than anything else. Because I didn’t want my time with him to end when this job did.

He’d wedged himself into my heart and my life, and I didn’t want to go back to the way things were before I met him.

When I was just existing. Without knowing who I was.

Without knowing him.

Without knowing whatrightfelt like.

And when the words left me, they were the truest ones I’d ever said.

“When it’s right, it’s right. No matter who it is.”

CHAPTER 25

Mitch

Something settledin my heart the moment Penn said those words. He felt like I wasright.

That this connection, this fire between us, was right. That despite how it happened, it had happened, and the only one preventing us from moving forward was me.

Because I was scared he’d burn through me and leave me in a pile of ash to seek out better dick because that’s what everyone else did.

I was scared that he’d wake up oneday and realize this was just some experiment, and not anythingreal.

But as I looked at Penn Baker’s pretty blue eyes, I knew.

This was more than just real.

This wasit.

Penn was everything I’d ever wanted, and everything I thought I could never have.

I leaned into him without thinking, crashing my lips to his. His smooth, plush lips slowly moved against my own as I slid my fingers into the edges of his hair, and he slid his hands down my side, moving one to settle over my straining cock. His hand stayed there for a moment, rubbing and teasing me over my jeans.

I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my mouth as my cock twitched, automatically pressing up toward the heat of his hand.

Penn slid his tongue in my mouth as he settled between my legs once more, his lips finding their way to the corner of my mouth, along my jaw, my neck.

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