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“If you say so,” I mutter, letting us into our suite. Gin’s feet drag and she’s grown more unsteady, so I pick her up bridal style and carry her into our bedroom.

“You’re so strong,” she slurs against my chest. “Do you work out?”

“Yes, obviously.”

She hums with approval. “Mm, and you smell so good.”

I glance down to find her sniffing my neck. My blood heats when her tongue darts out and leaves a hot, wet trail from my collar bone to my chin. She just fucking licked me.And I liked it.

She’s drunk, I remind myself. All of her inhibitions are obliterated.

I drop her onto the bed and she lands with a soft huff. We both need to sober up.

Going into the bathroom, I get her a glass of water, and when I return she’s stripped down to a pair of lace panties and a bra. My gaze travels over her stunning body, taking in the smoothness of her skin and delicious curves. The sight goes straight to my dick.

“Drink this.” I sit on the edge of the bed and thrust the water glass toward her. Thankfully, she takes it and downs the liquid in one go. She sets the glass on the nightstand, and before I know it she’s in my lap, straddling my thighs.

“Gin. Don’t.” I wrap my hands around her waist to lift her off, but she clings to me like a feral cat.

“Why?” Her breath warms my neck. She peppers my skin with open-mouthed kisses.

“Because you’re drunk. Because I don’t want you to have another panic attack.”

She giggles, grinning up at me. “I’m fine. Really. We should have some fun. Touch me, Blake.”

The temptation is strong. She’s throwing herself at me, grinding herself against my achingly hard cock, and all I want to do is bury myself in her sweet cunt.

Which sets off alarm bells in my mind.

“You’re not fine, you’re drunk,” I finally tell her.

“Same difference.”

The alarm bells are now accompanied by flashing red lights. Something’s not right, but I can’t put my finger on what exactly. I’ve fucked drunk women before. Sober, drunk, doesn’t reallymatter to me so long as I know they’re willing and they sign an NDA before things get too interesting.

But with Gin… her entire demeanor changes when she’s intoxicated. I barely know this person.

When I touched her clit through her clothes she spiraled fast. Then when I ate her pussy she was shy and uncertain. But in the car after the club, and now, she’s living up to her reputation as a horny, eager, confident woman who wants to get fucked.

And I’m not buying it. Something’s off. Which version is the real Gin?

I come back around to the thought that she only wants sex when she’s trashed, when she has temporarily silenced her demons.

Her small hands are inside my shirt as she sucks on my neck. I swallow hard, warring with the side of myself that wants to throw caution to the wind—not to mention our agreement to only have sex after we’re married—and fuck her now. She’s so damn eager. And I’m so fucking hard that it hurts.

But somehow, my moral and heroic side wins out.Fucking pathetic. I didn’t realize that part of me still existed. It hasn’t shown itself in years.

“Gin, that’s enough.” My harsh tone gets through the haze clouding her brain. She freezes on my lap. “I’m not fucking you when you’re drunk. Now go to bed.”

Pushing her away, I make a beeline for the door and don’t glance back. I can’t. She’s too tempting.

CHAPTER 16

Ginevra

Blake turned me down last night. Humiliation washes through me again as I spend the day at the spa getting pampered and treated like a queen. But I can’t relax, not totally, because I keep replaying the snippets of last night that Idoremember, which aren’t many. I know I acted like a fool and that he left the bedroom and slept on the sofa.

My stomach twists and my chest tightens. If I could crawl under a log and hide forever, I would. I’m so embarrassed.

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