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I couldn’t regret it. I couldn’t have any more regrets. And then his mouth was on me, spreading my pussy wide as he sucked on my clit. I came right then, my whole body shaking, but he didn’t stop. He kept eating me, licking and sucking and playing, and then he speared me with two fingers, working me. He met my gaze, and my knees nearly gave out.

He stood up then, kissed me hard, and I could taste myself on his mouth.

“Lee,” I groaned.

“Shit, I don’t have a condom.” He nearly pulled away, and I gripped his hand, keeping him steady. I shook my head, my hand going beneath the waist of his jeans to grip him. He’d undone one button, making it easier, and we both froze.

“I’m clean,” I whispered.

He studied my face, and I’d have done anything to know what he was thinking. That’s why I didn’t ask. “Me, too.”

“And you can’t get me pregnant again,” I said into the silence as a bit of reality settled in.

Maybe we had both been laced with some drug, or he was feeling my hormones. I didn’t care. This just didn’t seem wrong. Why not? Why couldn’t we do this?

And then he leaned back and stripped his shirt over his head. He was all long lines of muscle, the ridges of his abdomen forming an eight-pack. A tiny trail of hair ran from his belly button all the way down to below his pants, to where my hand currently stroked his cock. He rocked his body into me carefully, and I let out a shuddering breath as he pulled off the rest of my clothing. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t focus.

He palmed my breasts again, pinching my nipples, and then we were tugging on his pants, and he was toeing off his shoes. We hadn’t moved anywhere, both of us still in the hallway, my back pressed to the wall. He palmed my ass, lifting me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

I met this gaze, his cock pressing against my entrance. “Lee.”

“Paige.”

Then there were no more words. He slid into me, my wet heat clamping around his dick, and I couldn’t breathe. I was so sensitive, had always been, but even more so recently, and when he filled me to the hilt, him so deep within me, I knew I’d be sore tomorrow. I just kept kissing him, not wanting to think about the consequences of our actions.

We’d moved quickly up to this point, yet right then, Lee didn’t move fast at all. He just met my gaze, and I couldn’t stop looking at him. I couldn’t stop looking at those hazel-gray eyes, ones that I had looked at for far too long.

I had always wanted Lee, and I had always told myself he was off-limits.

And yet, here he was, both of us coming together as we moved, the precipice changing with each instance. And I knew this was wrong. He had promised to stay by my side through this new change in my life, and here we were, doing something we both knew would be an issue later, and yet I didn’t want it to stop. I just wanted to be. I just wanted Lee for this instant. And when he moved again, turning to the side to walk me to the counter, his length still deep inside me, he set me on the edge of the island and continued to move, this time angling deeper. Far deeper than I thought possible.

He had one hand on my hip, the other behind my neck, keeping his thumb under my chin so our gazes clashed.

It was so intimate, so connected that I couldn’t breathe.

This was my Lee.

And as I came, clamping around him, he filled me and kissed me again. And I reminded myself that he wasn’tmyLee.

He was only my friend.

And this was a moment of insanity.

When he pulled out of me, and we cleaned up, he kissed me again, and I wondered why we had done what we’d just done. Why I was willing to risk everything.

He studied my face, and I saw the questions in his gaze. His phone buzzed, and he cursed. “It’s Benjamin. I promised I’d stop by to watch the end of the game.” He swallowed hard. “I need to go, but I’m going to buy that book. And then we’ll talk.”

“Talk,” I whispered, standing there in my hastily redonned sweats as he finished dressing quickly. I was so lost, and I thought maybe the hormones had made me imagine everything that had just happened.

But he kissed me softly, then picked up his phone and walked away. We didn’t talk about it. We didn’t do anything.

But he’d said he would pick up the book.

So Lee wasn’t going to leave altogether. He was only leaving now.

But again, we didn’t talk.

ChapterSeven

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