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I can’t even answer him. I especially can’t explain why I liked it. Or why I want to do it again.

Then he’s stepping toward me, his eyebrows drawn down and a fiery look in his blue eyes. And I have nowhere to run.

Chapter Fifteen

Bennett

Ilook down at my watch. “Now, it’s midnight,” I say as I take her into my arms and kiss her again.

She pulls her mouth from mine. “I was never good at math,” she says in a breathless whisper.

I can’t explain what’s happening as I press my lips to hers again. It’s as if all the hatred I have for this woman has crammed itself into my dick, and I want nothing more than to fill her with every inch of disdain.

And why wouldn’t I want to fuck her senseless? She’s beautiful, witty, and despite all my teasing, she’s not actually stupid. I thought she was at first, but after knowing her for months, I see that the ingenue act is just that. An act.

There isn’t a bed here, and the cots and couch are too narrow for what I want to do to her, so I settle for the quilt. I pull myself away from her and hurry to position the aged square of fabric in front of the heat.

As I lie down and pat the empty space beside me, I spy a moment of hesitation. She’s just as confused about this as I am. We both look at the bottle of whiskey.

“We can blame it on Jack,” I say as I pat the quilt again.

She hurries over and sits beside me. “Or we could just keep it between us.”

I lower her left bra strap and kiss her pale shoulder. “We certainly could.”

“A moment of weakness,” she says. “That’s all, right?”

“So weak.” I press her shoulders so that she lies down beside me. “That’s all it is.”

She pulls her arm out of the bra strap, and I lower the lacy cup until her pink nipple pops into my mouth. A soft moan leaves her lips, and her hands race through my hair, pulling my head closer.

This woman has no right being this soft or smelling this nice. I thought a night of passion with her would be more like a night of misery, but fuck, she’s delicious.

“Take them off,” I say. “I want to see all of you at once.”

Her hands fly to the straps, then pause. There’s that hesitation again. “Maybe this is a bad idea.”

“Oh, it’s definitely a bad idea, but we’re doing it anyway.” My hand moves toward her panties, but she grips my wrist.

“Wait. If we do this, I want you to promise that it won’t be used against me later. No jokes about my O face, got it?”

I hadn’t even thought about the chance to stock ammo for later. This is what I mean when I say she’s smarter than we give her credit for. She’s often thinking two steps ahead.

“I promise if you promise,” I say.

She closes her eyes, bites her lip, and nods. “Okay, we promise that no one will ever know about this, and we won’t use anything that happens as torture tools. Deal?”

Sober Bennett would never agree to this, but Buzzed-and-Horny Bennett can’t make the promise fast enough. “Deal.”

She releases my hand, but instead of letting me take off her remaining clothes, she scrambles onto her knees and does it herself, lying back to kick off the panties once the bra is off. Not wanting her to be the only naked participant, I stand and kick off my boots, then lower my boxers. Cat has taken great pains to avoid looking at my dick in the past, but now she gazes at it like it owes her something.

“I forgot how big it is,” she says with a gulp.

“Don’t worry. I’ll work you up to it.” I get down to her level and cover her body with mine. “I’m not the type of guy who just sticks it in. You have to beg me for it first.”

I lower my mouth to her neck, and her full breasts press against my chest as her back arches. Her hands move to my shoulders, and her fingers map every muscle they find. This featherlight touch sends a shiver up my spine.

“I’ve never been with a man who’s pierced,” she whispers in my ear. “Go easy on me.”

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