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“Like this?” he breathed huskily.

I could feel his erection pressed up against my leg as he continued his ministrations. I crossed my knees and pressed my legs together as tightly as I could, putting pressure on my sensitive clitoris as I imagined him touching me there.

“Yes,” I gasped.

My pitch was rising, and I knew I was no longer answering his question. Instead, I was answering the unaskedquestion:do you want me to keep going?The truth was, I had never felt like this before. I never wanted it to end.

He rubbed his hands firmly down my sides, massaging me. He rubbed his erection against my leg as he grasped both my wrists, pinning them to the couch.

“Did they do this?” he asked.

“Yes,” I answered, practically begging him to kiss me again.

He obliged, darting his tongue in and out of my mouth as his lips moved in time with my own. My hips began rocking, seeking stimulation for the wetness that was pooling within me.

Killian released one of my arms, moving his fingers to one breast while his mouth found the other. As his movements became faster and more insistent, I felt the tightness in my stomach get more and more intense.

My back arched, unbidden, as waves of pleasure circulated throughout my entire body. My eyes closed, and Killian continued playing with my body as I rode the orgasm to completion.

“Oh my god,” I gasped once my body stopped shaking.

Killian sat up on the couch, pulling me up with him. “Did they make you do that?” he asked with a grin.

I was absolutely mortified by what had just happened. Although my experience was limited, I had never imagined a scenario where a person could orgasm without even removing all their clothes. I was in strange new waters, and I felt disoriented and confused.

“No,” I said simply.

“Good,” he replied. “I’m glad I am the only person who has made you cum. I’ve never gotten over you, Leah, and the thought of someone else making you feel the way I just did makes me sick.”

Anger replaced the calm that had come over me as he spoke of being the only person to touch me. “So, you would be mad if I had been with other men, but it’s totally fine for you to fling yourself at all the she-wolves in town?” I demanded.

“What are you talking about?” he asked with a frown.

“I know all about the women you hooked up with,” I spat. “You say you never got over me, and yet you slept with half of the women here. Both things can’t be true, so don’t lie to me about your feelings.”

Killian looked defeated. “I’m not saying that I don’t have a past,” he said. “But my feelings for you are true. I never stopped thinking about you. Not once.”

“Except for when you were fucking other people, right?” I scoffed. I stood from the couch, not wanting to be near enough for him to touch me again.

“Leah, please,” he begged. “Let me explain.”

“No.”

In a huff, I grabbed my discarded clothing, covered my chest, and stomped out of the room. He could sleep with whoever he wanted, but I wouldn’t believe a word about his feelings for me. Never again.

Chapter 13 - Killian

Although Leah had been upset with me, we managed to put our disagreement aside rather quickly. She clearly didn’t want to hear about my feelings for her, so I decided I wouldn’t bring it up until the time felt right. I would never give up on winning her, but I couldn’t risk pushing her away.

Over the past week, we had been cordial with each other, if a little strained at times. With each passing day that we worked together, we got along a little better. Our daily life fell into a nice rhythm, and any animosity remaining between us dwindled. Leah truly was an asset to my life—both personally and professionally. I had been working toward being a better version of myself for a while now, especially after being inspired by Jasper turning his life around. But with Leah by my side, I had even more reason to improve myself.

Tonight was already looking to be even busier than on Leah’s first night of work. Saturday crowds were always the toughest, but my team was working together well. Leah and Jillian were the only waitresses tonight, and I was impressed that my mate was holding her own with so many orders.

“Heads up, boss,” Jillian said to me. “We just had a group come in. Looks like a bachelor party.”

“I hate those,” I grumbled. “They already wasted?”

Jillian nodded toward a table in the back. It was clear that the men had pre-gamed before coming in. They were still within the limits of being able to be served, but it wouldn’t take much to put a few of those guys over the limit.

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