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Gus’s eyebrows shot up.

“Last time?”

“You weren’t here, and I had to do it myself.”

Gus should leave. He should leave immediately. Brittany was drunk and likely wouldn’t remember this. But first he had to know.

“Brittany, are you saying you touched yourself, here, in my bed?”

She bit her lip, and all the air left Gus’s lungs.

“I pretended you were the one touching me. That it was your hand in my panties, making me wet. So wet, Gus.”

She was looking at him with such anticipation, but there was no way he was going to cross that line when she was drunk. They could talk about this when she was sober. So he shook his head and walked to the door.

“You’re drunk, Brittany. Sleep this off and then we can talk.”

She flopped down onto the bed, defeated, staring up at the ceiling.

“You don’t want me.”

Christ, this woman was going to kill him.

“It’s not that. You know it’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

And suddenly Gus couldn’t take it anymore. His control cracked, snapped under the pressure of this woman and how much he wanted her, and he abruptly had to tell her.

“Brittany, I’ve spent this weekend dying to feel you down there, wanting you spread open so I can look at you, study you, memorize every perfect part of you.”

She didn’t move on the bed, and Gus wondered for a moment if she had passed out, but then she whispered as loud as a scream.

“And then what would you do?”

“Once I had at least two fingers in you, could feel you clench around me, could hear your moans, I’d need to taste you.”

She squirmed at that, her body reacting viscerally to his words, and Gus needed to get the fuck out of there. He turned, ready to shut the door behind him.

“Gus?”

He froze, his hand on the knob, and turned back to see she had sat up, her skirt hiking up toward her hips and showing off those long, perfect legs, the lace of her dress doing nothing to hide her curves. Her eyes pierced him in his soul.

“Next time it better be your hand making me come.”

“Next time, it will be.”

And then he left her, knowing he was going to be awake the rest of the night with a hard-on he couldn’t relieve. But fuck if he’d ever be able to forget tonight.

CHAPTER 14

BRITTANY

Brittany woke up the next morning certain she had not died, since death had to feel better than she currently did. If it were up to her, she would fall back to sleep and try to be unconscious for the worst of her hangover, but alas. Her mouth was a desert of sand, and her bladder was full enough to be threatening an accident she’d never forgive herself for.

She forced herself to roll over in bed, discovering that she hadn’t actually woken up on her own. Her phone was on the nightstand, plugged in next to a large glass of water, and the alarm was currently going off like it was begging to be thrown out the window.

Brittany sat up the least amount that she could manage and drank from the cup, guzzling the whole thing down in a way that had her stomach rioting almost as much as her head. Memories from the night before flooded in—the horrible fight with Gus, dancing with Dev, and the many, many shots of something called “The Health Potion” that was proving to actually be quite the opposite. She remembered Gus appearing out of nowhere,scooping her up in a way that made her breathless and taking her home. Putting her in his bed, that still smelled like him and drove her wild.

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