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I trick myself into thinking it isn’t a lie, and she helps drive it further.

Taytum swallows. “What about your rules? I thought you said I couldn’t fuck hockey players.”

I twitch. “Fuck my rules.”

Our chemistry heightens, and my blood screams with need. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist with ease. Istare up at her as I walk us over to her bed. “I just gotta get you out of my system.”

She nods. “Same.”

“Then get ready,” I say as I lay her back, “because tonight you’re not my best friend’s little sister.” Her wrists are trapped in my hand, and I pin them to the pillow. “Tonight, you’re mine.”

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TAYTUM

He looks dangerous,and I love it.

I lift my hips when his fingers hook into the waistband of my pajama shorts. He pulls them down with an urgency that I feel everywhere.

“Jesus Christ.” His white teeth sink into his bottom lip when he sees that I have no panties on. “It’s like you knew I was coming over.”

I shrug shyly. Since we’ve both agreed that this is a one-time thing, I let the truth fly. “I hoped.”

Ford exhales, and though I’ve always preferred his fun and flirty side, I can’t get enough of his serious side. He looks at me like I’m a meal, and here I am, gladly feeding him.

I’m drunk with need. My legs beg to spread so I can feel his mouth between them again, bringing me to the edge of insanity. When his deft fingers fall to the buttons along my shirt, I pant. He slowly pushes each button through its rightful hole with a speed that makes me wither beneath him.

“Be patient,” he warns. “I’m planning to take my time with you, Heartbreaker.”

A rush of cool air blankets my chest when my shirt falls open. Ford slowly pulls it from my body, and I watch in awe as he shuts his eyes for a brief second. My fingers dive into his soft hair to tug on the ends, and I’m suddenly met with a blue flame when his eyes flare open.

“Not a single flaw on you,” he mutters.

I arch when he hoists himself up and covers my mouth with his. A moan escapes at the first touch, but he eats it up by moving his tongue against mine with possession. I crave him everywhere—in between my legs, in my mouth, on my breasts.Everywhere.

After he’s finished getting his fill of my mouth, he sits up slowly. I blush when he looks at every intimate part of my naked body, and when he catches me watching him, he says something that makes me burn. “Look at you so desperate for my touch.”

I don’t deny it. I am. My legs spread, and I give him the perfect view because I want him to remember how much he affects me, especially because I know, in the morning, we will both deny it.

He traces my swollen lips with his finger before he trails it between my breasts, over the dip in my belly, landing right above my clit.

“I want to hear you beg for it, baby.”

He thinks I won’t beg. I can tell by the familiar playful glint that catches the light from my lamp. I decide to turn his world upside down, like he’s doing to mine.

“You want me to beg, Ford?”

He smirks and pushes my legs farther apart, thinking I’ll refuse. “Yeah.”

I bite the same lip he had pulled into his mouth a second before. “Do you want me to beg on my knees…” The bed shifts when he snaps to attention. “Or like this? Spread wide open for you?”

His smile fades, and a look I’ve never seen moves across his face.

“Touch me, Ford,” I beg. “Please.”

I throw my head back with a quiet moan when two fingers enter me quickly. He slips them in and out slowly, and I curve to feel more of his palm against my clit. “God.” I’m breathless.

“Tell me how it feels.” I barely hear him over the ringing in my ears. “I want to hear you say it.”

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