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Withswift movements,Igrab hold of her wrists and trap her against one of the barrels marking the first turn in the path. “You’remy weakness, but right now you’re a pain in my ass.”There’sno point in trying to hide my hard cock as it rests against her stomach. “Shallwe find out how ticklish you are?”Iask, bending down to skim my nose across her cheek.Theplayfulness seeps out of her until she’s putty in my hands.Sosoft and pliant.

Herhead shakes from left to right, but the smirk playing on her lips says otherwise.

“I’drun,Quinn.”Istep back, a fire licking low in my belly asIwatch her chest rise and fall. “WhenIcatch you, you won’t be laughing.”

Fuckinghell,Ithink as the words leave my mouth.SheandIboth know this isn’t some game.I’venever been so bold asIam with her, and my behavior now is a stark contrast to my usual demeanor.Eversince that night in her bedroom, an unfamiliar, hungry urge has slowly been growing in me.

Flameslight up her eyes, a twin to the fire building in me.Theneed for her that’s coursing through me extinguishes any worries about who or where we are right now.Iwant in her tight heat again, to have her drip down my chin, and ifI’mlucky and she’ll let me,I’llbury my cock so deep into her she’ll realize just how far from fake this actually is.

Weboth glance toward the empty entrance.Oureyes meet for a nanosecond before she’s darting off in the opposite direction.

Icatch the glint of mischief on her face as she rounds the corner and takes a hard left.

Localsknow that the exit path of this maze hasn’t changed in eight years, and she’s headed right toward a dead end.

I’venever been one to chase, but god, whenIcatch her,I’mnever letting go.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

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Myblood pulsesthrough me like liquid fire as my heart pounds in my chest.

That’swhatGrahamdoes to me.

Plus, we’re playing a kinky game of cat and mouse in a maze.

Icharge down the dusty path, breezing past the tall stems of corn, and gulping for air every timeIcheck for him over my shoulder.

Heis a walking, talking paradox, with no idea of the inferno he stokes within me.Myteasing quickly turned into something that both scares and intrigues me.Neverhas it been like this with anyone.Everyday is a surprise with him, andIlove seeing his shyness fall away and his confidence shine bright in his own way.

Rightnow, however, there’s nothing shy about him.

God, this is exhilarating.

Theburn of his gaze sent a thrill through me.Andit was clear he was as turned on as me when he pressed his hardness into my stomach, reminding me what it felt like to have him in my mouth.Tobe on my knees for him.Thesoft grunts ofsatisfaction he made whenItook him deeper.Theway he gripped my hair lovingly but looked down at me with a dark desire.

It’sbeen over a week since the night in my room, and thanks to our crazy schedules, we haven’t had the chance to talk.Weneed to, but there was nothing stopping the pent-up sexual frustration that’s been brewing between us all day.

Iwhip my head around, and whenIdon’t see himImake another sharp left.

Onlyto come to a dead end.

Myheart thunders andIspin on my heels, ready to try the other route, but stop in my tracks whenIfind my exit blocked.

Hefills the space despite the corn towering above us.

Leavestickle my head asIstumble into the foliage.Hissteps are urgent as he strides forward.Myswallow is audible as he consumes the space between us, until we’re toe to toe.Withhis mouth level to my ear, he whispers, “Gotcha.”

Thevibrations of his chest beat against my breasts, pebbling my nipples, and making me want to rub up against him like a needy kitten.

He’snot wrong;I’mnot laughing.

I’mon fire.

Myskin is tight and sensitive and only his touch will soothe the ache coursing through me.Jesus, apparently being chased in a corn maze does it for me, who would’ve guessed?

“Yougot me,”Iwhisper breathlessly as my eyes track upward from his heaving chest, past his perfectly trimmed beard andstrong nose, untilIfind his gaze.Evenbehind the frames of his glasses,Ifeel the heat in it.Hiseyes glow dark, like rippling reeds of grass blowing in the night sky. “Whatnow?”

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