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“I think I like the thrill of the bad, of doing the wrong thing.”

“That gets you hot?”

I nod, my teeth capturing his bottom lip, biting it before pulling him into an all-consuming kiss.

“I’m sweaty.”

“So make me sweaty to match.” I smirk as my back meets the wall of the gym.

“You’re trouble, Viv.” His hard cock prods between my legs, and I wrap around him as he kisses down my neck.

“I think you like that too.”

He nods as he lifts my oversized t-shirt over my head, leaving menaked for him. He uses one hand to push the door closed, keeping his wits about him and the promise that Baz will never find out.

I’ve done things the right way, being the perfect girl for most of my life.

I’m ready for a little wrong.

30

ASHER

Things with Viv have grown into a comfortable groove, one I should know is dangerous but which, so far, has honestly worked out.

During the day, we’re the exact same, a well-oiled machine. School, daycare, play with Baz, eat dinner, tuck him in.

At night, Viv and I play our own little games.

She doesn’t sleep in my bed after we’re finished. She always goes back to her own bed.

I don’t miss other pussy.

Not yet.

I keep waiting for the urge to fuck it all up overtake me. She swears to me it will be amicable as long as I tell her first.

But come on? What chick is that fucking cool?

“Hey.” Hands grab my shoulders as I sit outside, looking up at the stars. I smile when I hear Viv’s voice as she sits in the chair with me, and I wrap my arm around her.

“Hey.”

“Long day?” She rests her head on my shoulder, and I feel a nagging part of me telling me that I need to set boundaries. That chilling in a lounge chair, talking andnotfucking is a bad idea.

“Not too bad. What about you?”

She shrugs, pulling the sleeves of her sweatshirt over her hands. “Not bad, but definitely long. Baz woke up early.” I can hear her smile even though it’s dark out and she’s not looking directly at me. “And someone kept me up late.”

I smirk, holding her small body closer to mine, thinking about last night in my bed. “Yeah well, if it were up to me, we would have gone again.”

I turn to look at her in time to see her bite that fucking bottom lip, tempting me like she always does.

I lean to her ear. “You know what that does to me. It reminds me of when I’m making you come.”

I hear her suck in a deep breath, pulling the air into her lungs and holding it there before letting it out in a shaky succession. “And I’m all for you doing that again and again, but I have to talk to you about a couple things first.”

Fuck. I don’t want to talk. Talking is dangerous. It leads to faux feelings, unkeepable promises and dumbass mistakes. “You know, I think I’m going to have to make that a rule. No more talking.” My lips slide down the skin of her neck, and then I feel her hand grip my chin, redirecting my attention to her face as she turns to her side to look at me.

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