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Finally, I turn to look at her. Why does she have to be so goddamn stunning? She’s wearing leggings that highlight the curve of her hips and a white tank top that hugs her breasts. There’s a little sliver of skin visible between the tank top and the leggings, and I see a bit of the flower tattoo that’s haunted me from the moment I first laid eyes on her. I want to trace it with my tongue.

Her green eyes are on me as she pushes off the wall. “All right.” She goes to walk out the door but pauses, holding up a small Tupperware container. “I made you a cupcake…for your birthday.”

It’s hard to maintain this pissed-off energy when she says that she baked me a cupcake. I didn’t even know she knew it was my birthday. I didn’t expect her to give a shit, but she does. At least a little bit. I don’t want to show her how weak I am. I don’t want her to know that she’s dug her way underneath my skin and built a home there.

We’re supposed to be pissed off at each other.

“I don’t want your cupcake, Roo.”

I watch her stiffen. She really hates that damn nickname, so Iuse it anytime I can. I like calling her something that no one else does.

She shakes off whatever annoyance she feels but doesn’t continue out the door. She pops the lid off of the container, and I get a good look at the cupcake. It’s chocolate with dark blue icing and little glittery gold sprinkles on top. Her eyes lock onto mine before she runs her finger through the icing and brings it up to her lips, sucking the sweetness from her finger.

“It’s good,” she says once she pops her finger out of her mouth.

My cock stirs in my sweats. I have never wanted a cupcake more in my life.

“Give it here.” I reach for it.

“Mm, no.” She repeats the action, running her finger through the icing again and again sucking it off. Slower this time. Aurora knows what she’s doing.

My cock is awake and it needs her. I don’t even bother trying to tuck it up in my waistband. I reach out, trying to grab the cupcake from her hand, but Aurora holds it up. As if she can hold it out of my reach. I have a good six inches on her. I reach for it again and she steps backward.

We play this game for a few moments. Me trying to get the cupcake from her, and Aurora avoiding me until she’s back against the white brick wall. My body is pressed against hers, my erection obvious pressed against her thigh. She’s looking up at me, wide-eyed.

Her eyes darken, and for the third time, she runs her finger through the icing. The cupcake is practically bare of icing now. “Are you sure you don’t want a taste, Theo?”

She brings her finger to her mouth but doesn’t suck the icing from it this time. Instead, she licks it, letting the icing sit on her tongue. When her eyes lock onto mine again, I see the dare in them.

How do I deny this?

I give in to what I’ve wanted for months.

Leaning in, I slowly run my tongue over hers, licking the icing from her tongue. Sugar floods my tastebuds, but also the distinct taste of her. Her eyes widen like she wasn’t expecting me to take her little dare. If there’s one thing she should know about me, it’s that I don’t back down.

“Delicious,” I murmur before I lean in and fully press my lips to hers.

I’m giving into everything I want. It’s her. A deep longing that’s settled in the pit of my stomach, desperate for her. My hand slides into her red hair, cupping the back of her head as I pull her in. My heart is thudding in my chest, hammering away. When Aurora starts to kiss me back, there’s no stopping.

I have her pinned to the wall with my body, grinding my hips into hers. Trying to find some relief, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need her. I’veneededher.

Her tongue flicks against mine, tasting me as I taste her. Her hand comes to my chest, and I think she’s going to push me again. I’d let her. I wouldn’t force this on her, but I want her. Need her. She doesn’t push me away. Her slender fingers twist into the material of my t-shirt, pulling me in deeper as her tongue teases mine, and I swipe my tongue in her mouth, collecting any remnants of icing.

She whines into the kiss, and I’ve never felt weaker. I want to hear that whine over and over again. I want to record it and play it on repeat. That single sound is going to bring me to my knees.

There’s a thud, and I realize that Aurora’s dropped the cupcake. Doesn’t matter. I don’t give a single fuck about that cupcake right now.

My teeth gently scrape over her bottom lip as the kiss breaks. My forehead is pressed against hers, my hand still cupping the back of her head. We’re breathless, panting. She’s looking up at me with blown pupils and eyes that are begging for more.

“Tell me to stop,” I whisper, looking down at her. “Fucking tellme no right now, Roo.” I clench my hand at my side, so damn hard that my short nails are able to dig into my palm. It’s taking every ounce of my self-control to not rip her clothes from her right now.

If she doesn’t, I’m not stopping. I’m going to take what I want. I don’t care how awkward this makes working together. I don’t care if she hates me and if she’s the biggest pain in the ass that I’ve ever met.

Slowly, she shakes her head. “Why would I?”

“Because I’m going to ruin you,” I whisper back to her. My fingers run down her side, stopping at her hip. “I’m going to make it so you can never think of anyone else. You’ll always come crawling back to me.”

Her teeth worry her bottom lip as she thinks it over. Then she whispers the words that will be my demise: “Ruin me, Theo.”

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