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Because I want her to think of me.

Every time she thinks about her first date with Sawyer, I want her mind to go to this.

My lips smash against hers as I punish her mouth and push my briefs down, my cock free and thrusting between her legs, but not entering her.

Instead I grasp it, holding all of the control as I slide it along her wet slit, making her moan for me, making her desperate for me as I caress her clit with the head of my dick. Her pelvis jolts forward, begging me.

But I don’t grant her wish. Or mine.

I release her from my kiss and spin her body around, her hands flattening against the wall with her legs spread for me. I line my cock up at her entrance, my lips finding her ear again. “Tell me no. Tell me you don’t want this.”

She doesn’t say a word, just a whimper as I rest between her legs.

“Fucking lie to me if you have to, Viv. Tell me no.”

I see her head shaking from side to side, and her voice is quieter than I’ve ever heard it. “I want this.”

Fuck.

That’s all I need as I slam into her, showing no mercy as we both groan. She presses back against me, her hands against the wall and her head tilting back in ecstasy as I move inside her. Our bodies punish each other because we both know this is going nowhere.

Tomorrow, she’ll talk to Sawyer like nothing happened between us.

I’m close, and I can feel her tight walls clenching around me, signaling that she is as well, that she craves our finish.

That she wants this for right now. Because that’s what I fucking am.

I’m temporary.

And she’s ready for permanent.

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VIVIENNE

I’m a fool. Asher Sterling should really come with a warning label. We did so damn well for seven months.

Not so much as a single graze of a hand, and the moment he comes at me with his bullshit possessive alpha-male attitude, caging me against the wall, I'm putty in his hands.

I roll over in my bed to the empty side that still smells like Asher even though he didn’t stay long after we finished our second round of stupidity.

I hear the doorbell and sit straight up in the bed.Who could that be?

My first thought is Sawyer.

I groan as I climb off the bed, my body sore from my time with Asher and grab a wrinkled nightgown from my bedroom floor and my robe, pulling them both on and fastening the robe at the waist.

Sawyer.

I had such a great day with him yesterday, and then I came home and had sex with Asher.

Not that I owe Sawyer anything at this point, and who knows, he could have gone out and done the same thing last night.

Would I be upset if he did?

I shrug, unable to process how I really feel as I make my way downto the front door and see Lola through the window next to the door, perfectly put together with a smile on her pretty face.

I feel my hair with my hand and know it is an out of control mess. The nightgown I have on is sheer with thin straps, so I make sure my robe is pulled tight and open the door. Lola smiles at me again, taking in my appearance. “Late night?”

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