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Matt’s sharp breaths became focusedgrunts, then a long, strangled groan of satisfaction. Though I knewhe was particular about safety, I imagined him coming in her,imagined what it would feel like to have him come in me without anybarrier between us. I wanted more than anything to know what thatwould be like, the hot, pulsing burst of him bathing my innerwalls, to feel all that slick, slippery liquid mix with my own andrun out onto the sheets.

And with one final, leg-flailing peak,I was finished, too.

“I’m done!” I panted. “I’mstopping now.”

“Same,” I heard Amanda inthe background.

When he could speak again, Matt asked,“You okay, princess?”

Amanda laughed and said, “Aww. That’sadorable. None of my boyfriends ever called me that. Luckygirl.”

“We’re not—” I began, thenrealized that he could explain it later if he wanted to.

And then I wondered why, exactly, hehadn’t told her who I was before he’d called.

“I’m going to fuck and runagain,” I said breezily, though my insides had knotted up withuncertainty. He wasn’t telling random strangers that we were anitem because he thought we were, was he?

“Okay. Expect an email frommy assistant this week. I wasn’t kidding about those planetickets.”

We said goodbye and I hung up, suddenlynot as cool with the idea of a romantic getaway anymore.

CHAPTER TWENTY

(Matthew)

“Absolutely not.”

I grimaced at the firmness of Scott’stone. Because it wasn’t like he was in a position to exert anypower over the situation. “I’m not asking permission. This is acourtesy call. As requested.”

Scott had gone back andforth on his opinion of how much he wanted to know about thingsbetween Charlotte and I. He certainly never wanted details, but hedidn’t like not knowing if the relationship still existed. So, heand I had made a gentleman’s agreement that if I intended to“court” his sister, I would let him know. And while I didn’t agreethat what I had planned was “courting,” leaving the country withhis little sister was something I had to be honest about. It wasn’tlike she would be able to take a two-week vacation without himfinding out.

“It’s one thing to hook upwith my sister. It’s a totally different thing to take her to yourpervert resort,” he argued.

“How is itany different than the cruise?” I countered, though it wasalotdifferent from the cruise.

“It’s a lot different fromthe cruise!” Scott exclaimed. “We went on the cruise to celebratedad’s sixty-fifth birthday, not for Charlotte to get fucked. Shefound a way to multi-task. And you and I both know that some weirdshit goes on down there at your place.”

“Weird, but totallyconsensual shit.” I wasn’t going to have this argument with him.Charlotte was a grown woman. She could make her ownchoices.

Of course, I was a grown man. And hereI was, making choices that were hurting my friend.

And why? Because I liked to have sexwith his sister? There were a million other women in the world I’dalso like having sex with. And none of those women would causeconflict between Scott and I.

But none of those womenwere Charlotte. And I—

Oh no.

"Scott..." I almost couldn't say itbecause it was tantamount to admitting he'd been right all along."I like her."

"Come on!"

"I'm sorry! I don't knowhow it happened. It just happened. I like being around her. She'sfunny and she's—"

"Going to break your heart, you fuckingdick!" Scott shouted. "I told you, everybody falls for her. Butshe's not looking for any kind of commitment."

"I know that. And I respectit." I certainly didn't want to dive into anything serious at themoment, either. "I got cheated on. My heart is already broken. Butspending time with Charlotte is fun. We get each other."

"I knew you would." Scottsounded like a man who regretted every life choice he'd made sofar. "Charlotte is an objectively awesome person. I get why youwould want to hang out and have fun with her. But you live forcommitment."

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