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“Do you want another candy bar?” he asks.

“No, I want you.”

CHAPTER 22

ASHLEY

I’m nervous about our trip to Boston for Kenzie’s birthday. Sean and I agreed to put our fling on pause while we’re visiting our family, but the last time we were all together, Sean couldn’t keep his hands to himself. I’ll have to stay away from him, because I’m too addicted already.

It’s a reality that scares me. I know there isn’t a future for us—at least not without making our family dynamics implode. Our parents are happily married. What would happen if we dropped this bombshell into their lives?

I push those negative thoughts into a dark corner in my mind. There’s no point worrying about the future. Carpe diem and all.

Normally, a weekend trip to Boston wouldn’t be possible with Sean’s game schedule, but we lucked out that he doesn’t have a game today. He still has practice in the morning, which prevented us from driving to Boston yesterday.

It’s Saturday, so I head to the art studio to work on an oil painting of Birchen Beach while I wait for him. As always, I lose track of time when I’m in my creative bubble.

I have my headphones on, and I’m dancing to the beat of “Walking on a Dream” by Empire of the Sun and putting the finishing touches on my painting when I’m hugged from behind.

“You’re late,” Sean whispers in my ear.

My entire body jolts with electricity. “Holy shit. You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Sorry. I couldn’t resist. Wow, did you paint that this morning?”

My face becomes hot. “What? No way. I started it last week.”

“That’s the beach in Birchen Beach, right?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s breathtaking… just like you.” He kisses my neck, just below my ear, and goose bumps rise on my arms. We’re alone in the studio, but someone could walk in at any moment.

Regrettably, I push him back. “What are you doing? No PDA, remember?”

“There’s no one here.”

“It doesn’t matter.” I start to clean my brushes, but Sean is determined to tempt me.

He grabs my ass, squeezing both cheeks. “You don’t seem to understand, Ash. There’snoonehere.”

I turn so I can look into his eyes. “You’re not seriously thinking what I think you are.”

He moves his hand underneath my skirt and cups my pussy, making me gasp. “Oh, you should know by now that I am thinking exactly—” he presses his thumb against my clit “—what you think I am.”

I arch my back, leaning into him with my eyes closed. “Sean... it’s too risky.”

He peppers my neck with kisses until his mouth is next to my ear. “I won’t be able to touch you for the next thirty-six hours... I’d say it’s worth the risk. Let’s have one for the road.”

I open my eyes again and capture his face between my hands. “You’re so bad for me.”

He’s a giant compared to me, so to kiss me, he needs to bend over. I usually end up in his arms, attached to him like a monkey. It’s no different today. He lifts me off the floor, digging his fingers into my butt as he devours my mouth. We’re playing with fire. The studio never stays empty on weekends.

He pulls back and asks against my lips, “Should I set you on that table and bend you over, gorgeous?”

“Tempting, but I don’t want to be banned from the studio if we get caught. There’s a supply closet in that corner.” I point toward it.

“Okay, supply closet it is. We’re keeping our tradition alive.”

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