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Serena waggles her brows and mouths, “He’s hot, go for it.”

I shake my head, and the room spins ever so slightly. It’s been forever since I hooked up with a guy and with my new shadow, who knew when I’d get another chance? Maybe I should keep an open mind. The alcohol is rushing my system, and alittle release could be fun. Not that I would consider giving up my virginity to some random guy at a party, but I could do other things… I wasn’t exactly a saint, I just hadn’t dated much since I spent most of my life behind lock and key in my gilded penthouse tower.

The guy’s fingers tighten at my hips before he spins me around to face him. Golden locks tumble over his brow, and vivid green eyes meet mine. Serena is right, he’s goodlooking with that California, surfer boy style.

He leans in, lips nearly brushing the shell of my ear. “I’m Jason, by the way. I figured I should introduce myself since I’ve been rubbing up on you for the past half hour.” A boyish grin curls the corners of his lips as he retreats, holding me out to arm’s length once again.

“Isabella,” I whisper-shout. Then I throw my thumb over my shoulder and point at my cousin. “Serena’s my best friend.”

“Oh, gotcha. That’s my brother, James, she’s dancing with. I’m in town visiting him for a few days from the west coast. I guess they know each other.”

“Let me guess, California?”

He nods and runs his hand through the blonde, curly tendrils. “San Diego. How’d you guess?”

“You just had that look.”

“I hope you like that look.” A warm smile lights up his face.

The copious amounts of alcohol I’ve consumed loosen my tongue. “I could get used to it.”

He reels me in so I’m flush against his torso, and his hands roam my lower back. As he presses me against him, I feel his cock harden between us and heat flickers down my lower half. The music slows, the first ballad all night filling the air. Jason’s hands settle along the small of my back, his long fingers just barely brushing the curve of my ass in my black mini.

His erection nudges my belly as we sway to the music, and my lower half lights up at the incessant rubbing. Okay, when was the last time I took time for self-care? Apparently, it’s been longer than healthy because I’m suddenly horny as hell. I may be a virgin, but I own a vibrator and know how to use it. It’s just been so long since I have.

Jason leans in again, so his lips are only inches from mine. “Do you want to go somewhere more private?”

CHAPTER 13

MY FAULT

Isabella

I glance over my shoulder and catch a glimpse of Serena in a lip-lock with James. It would be kind of fun to hook up with brothers. I’m definitely wasted or that would not sound so appealing. The errant thought flits through my mind, but I push it back, giving in to the warm haze of champagne.

Turning back to Jason, I quickly nod. “We can go to my room.”

His hand wraps around mine, and he steers me through the crowd. “I thought this was your friend’s place?”

“Serena’s my best friend, actually. I spend the night here a lot, so she gave me my own room.” Over the years, I’ve learned to protect my identity at all costs. The fewer people who know I’m the daughter of the notorious CEO Luca Valentino, the better.

Once we clear the packed dancefloor, I take the lead and guide us toward a long hallway that leads to the bedrooms on the first floor. Serena’s room is upstairs in the loft. Though she did give me one of the spare bedrooms to keep extra clotheswhenever I do sleepover, we usually sleep together in her massive bed upstairs.

Jason spins me toward him, catching me completely off guard once the chaos of the party begins to fall away. His lips crash into mine, and he shoves me against the upholstered wall in the corridor. Well, that’s unexpected. He’s a little sloppy, his tongue plunging into my mouth like he’s on a mission to plunder every inch.

He presses his body against me, gliding his cock up and down my dress. It feels kind of good, but also a little too much since we’re still in the hallway where anyone can walk by.

“Hey, slow down,” I mutter against his mouth.

“But you feel so good, baby.” He groans as his hand comes around to cup my breast.

Also, I hate that term of endearment.Baby. Maybe it’s because I feel like I’ve been treated like one my whole life.

“I can’t wait to fuck you?—”

I shove him back, planting my palms on his shirt. “Excuse me?” I hiss.

“What? I thought that’s what we were doing.” He captures my lips again, mouth sucking my lower lip a little too eagerly.

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