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I fall back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling. My eyes close, bringing the image of Mick from last night to the forefront of my mind. Only this time, things are different. When he walks over to me, his hand sinks into my hair, and he pulls me into him. His mouth comes down onto mine. The kiss is possessive, letting me know how much he desires me.

I trail my fingers down my stomach and slip them into my panties. My fingers circle around my clit as my mind plays out my fantasy. Mick’s hands go to my ass, lifting me off my feet. I wrap them around him as he carries me over to the bed, pinning me down on it under him.

In bed, a whole new Mick comes possessively forward. He takes over. There are no more pleasantries or trying to be nice. No, he reveals a completely different side of himself to me. His desire to finally control a part of me surges forward. I relinquish control, yearning for him to take the lead so I can fully let go for once and be free. Even if only in those moments.

“Mick,” I moan out loud. I can smell him all around me in his bed. It only intensifies my fantasy, making it feel a bit more real than normal.

You’re mine,he growls as he pulls my clothes from my body. His mouth never leaves my skin as he trails kisses down to where I need him the most.

Mick's mouth is greedy as he feasts on me, licking and sucking me until I’m about to go over the edge. My fingers speed up, trying to match the pace in my mind.

"Fuck me," Mick groans, making me come.

Everything inside of me explodes in a dazzling way it never has before. This orgasm is more intense than any I've ever had. It ripples through my body, making my hips jerk. As I come down from my pleasure, my mind starts to catch up.

Mick's voice had been all too real in my fantasy, which only means one thing. My eyes snap open to see him standing in the doorway of his bedroom. He braces his hands on either side of the doorframe. I think I hear the wood groan, but I'm not sure with the rushing sounds flowing through my ears.

"Oh my God." I jerk my hand out from inside of my panties. Heat blooms in my face. Before either of us can say more, I rush toward the bathroom and slam the door, flicking the lock into place.

Never in my life have I been more embarrassed. I try to remember if I was moaning his name out loud or not. What is wrong with me? Why would I do that in his bed when he could come home at any time? I could have just ended our friendship. If he finds out how I truly feel about him, things will forever be awkward. Knowing how Mick is always trying to do right by me, he might even try to pity date me.

Could this be more humiliating? I never should have come here. I can't even escape without having to face him. I decide that I’ll just stay in the bathroom for the rest of my life. There is no other option.

“Josie?” Mick calls from the other side of the door a few moments later. I try to step farther away from it but run into the sink. “Josie, it’s okay.”

"I, ah, am using the bathroom,” I manage to get out. Could I be any more lame?

“There is nothing to be embarrassed about, Jojo.” I inwardly groan. Did he have to call me Jojo right now? “It’s really not a big deal.” He keeps going. “Really, you can do that in my bed anytime you want.”

Why isn’t there a window in this bathroom so I could throw myself out of it?

“All right, you're scaring me. Open the door, or I’ll open it myself.” Mick’s whole tone changes. My stupid body initially responds to it. I feel my nipples tighten. Am I seriously getting turned on right now? Have I not learned anything in the last few minutes about not letting my desires take over?

I can only blame myself. One night in bed with Mick, and my body is no longer under my control.

“Josie.” There is a warning in his tone.

I worry my bottom lip between my teeth, debating what I should do. I see the door handle wiggle, and I have no doubt he could probably just yank on that door and rip it from its hinges if he really wanted to. Again, my stupid traitor body finds that hot.

Then he starts counting down.

“Five, four…”

“Don’t do a countdown on me!” I shout through the door, making him pause for a second, but when I don’t open the door, he keeps going.

“Three.”

“Stop counting!”

“Two, Jojo.”

Knowing that he will eventually come through the door, I give in. I don’t open it. I can’t just give myself up. I do, however, unclick the lock.

Half a second later, the door swings open.

Chapter Eleven

MICK

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