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I squeeze my eyes closed. Watching is becoming just a little too much.

"Kiss me," she urges, her hand on my face, guiding my lips to hers.

I oblige, needing some form of distraction. It's too good, too perfect, just too much.

Her tongue is languid and soft at first, sweeping over mine as if we have all the time in the world, but when I resituate, adjusting her leg a little higher on my hip, it changes.

I have no idea how it went from perfect to utterly fucking amazing just by moving a couple of inches, but here we are.

"Mac," she snaps, every muscle tightening in her body, from her arms to her legs that are wrapped around me.

Her core squeezes my cock like a fist, making me moan. If I were not losing my mind right now, I might be a little embarrassed at the noises coming from my mouth, but it feels too fucking good to concern myself.

"Jesus," I pant. "Give it to me."

She does, coming in a glorious fashion, her core pulsing along my length several times before her arms and legs fall away as if she used every ounce of energy she had in reserve.

I follow her, my cock kicking inside of her as I climax.

How I manage to fall to the bed beside her rather than right on top, crushing her, is beyond me.

I didn't exert much energy, but it has left me panting like I've run a mile with a wild animal nipping at my heels.

My mouth is dry, my skin hot and tight, and I'm tingling everywhere.

She shifts, and when I manage a look in her direction, her smile is vibrant, and her cheeks are flushed to perfection.

I know my promises will not come to fruition. I doubt I'll even be able to stand from this bed for the rest of the night.

When I speak, I know I've said the wrong damn thing because her smile immediately falls away.

Chapter 7

Riley

"I'm sorry?" Sage asks as she stands there dumbfounded, mouth open, staring at me. "He said what?"

I feel a tinge of that same ache of pain I felt last week when the words rolled off his tongue as if we hadn't just had sex.

I lower my voice in an attempt to sound like him and distance myself a little from the pain.

"Do you want me to call a cab, or do you want to walk back to the bar?"

"Lindell doesn't have cabs, and he lives like four miles away from The Hairy Frog," Sage says as she pulls several more books from the shipping box. "He expected you to walk?"

"He's a charmer," I mutter, opening a second box that was delivered to the bookstore this morning.

That's Another Story is the cutest little store in downtown Lindell. The entire row of buildings here in town has been updated multiple times, and I think this spot is one of my favorites. I've been working here part time while trying to get my catering business up and running. I have to say that Sage is possibly the best boss a woman can ask for.

"I didn't walk," I tell her, unable to keep from growling as I try to fix the bent cover of the book I just unpacked. "Why can't they ship using more packing materials? Look at this."

I hold up the book, and she frowns. I'm sure she's frowning more at my disclosure than the book. We can send these back and get a credit, but it's a huge pain in the ass to have to waste time and energy when they could've just packed it correctly the first time.

"Stop," she says, holding her hand out and covering the book in my hands. "What happened?"

I turn away from her, starting the pile of books that we'll need to return. Looking at her is becoming too difficult, and I'm wondering if I should've just kept my mouth closed. But it's been eating away at mefor days.

I regret bringing it up in the first place, but I wanted to see if my feelings were justified.

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