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Her hands rest on my shoulders as she drags her tongue over the trail she made, slowly teasing me, making my cock grow even harder before she licks all the way back up and nips on my bottom lip.

I hold her around her waist and lift up, using my free hand to push my sweats down, freeing my cock and pushing her panties to the side. Her mouth moves to my ear. “What if Baz comes in? We should go to my room.”

I shake my head. I don’t want this moment ruined, to break the spell where we both start to rethink this. I just want to touch her.

I lift the blanket and wrap it around our bodies as I coax her to move over my cock, slowly sliding her down so the tip isinside, causing her head to fall back slightly and hold onto me even tighter.

She moves her pelvis and takes more of me in as I hold onto her hips, pulling her to me and my dick home, imbedding myself fully into her. She meets my lips with hers, and we find our rhythm. My hands guide her hips as she takes me inside and slides back until my dick is nearly out. Over and over. We kiss as we move toward the ultimate pleasure, but we aren’t in a hurry for it to end.

I kiss from her lips down her throat to her nipples, sucking and kissing them, nipping slightly and immersing myself in Viv, enjoying every second of feeling her pulse around me, knowing we’re both close and only moving closer to an orgasm each time the tip of my cock hits her deep inside. She moans my name softly.

And it’s a beautiful sound.

I’m lost in her, and when we both finish, I let my fingers sink into her hair and don’t push her away. I pull her body to mine. I kiss her lips and smooth her hair down.

I just let us be.

32

VIVIENNE

Today was a normal day. After we finished watching the movie, we both went to our own beds. This morning we woke up and did our usual routine. Asher took a very groggy Baz to school. I went to work.

When we all got home, we ate dinner. I put Baz to bed. But nothing feels normal, not after last night.

God, the way he held me. The way he kissed me.

It’s enough to make my stupid heart flutter in my chest just thinking about it, but when I walk outside and find him sitting alone on the beach with his toes digging into the sand, the heart that was just fluttering with wonder and excitement, sinks.

The way he’s looking at the water is terrifying and sends a chill straight to my bones. “Asher.”

My whisper is quiet in the wind as I sit in the cool sand next to him. My feet and legs are bare, and I wish I was wearing jeans instead of a skirt.

He doesn’t say a word as I close my eyes and turn my head away from looking at his beautiful profile. The look on his face is too stoic to bear. I reopen them when I'm facing the ocean. “Theway you’re watching the water,” I keep my voice low as if I will spook him, “it’s like you want to join Colt.”

My head dips down to look at the sand, but he doesn’t move. “I miss him. Every day.” I know he does.

“We would all miss you too.”

He takes a deep breath, but he still doesn’t move. “You don’t have anything to worry about. I won’t do that to Baz.”

Baz.

Not to me or his sister or brother. But for Baz, this man will live with unimaginable pain. “If Baz wasn’t a factor?”

Finally, he turns his head, and I swivel mine to look into his broken eyes. “I’m not suicidal. You don’t need to worry.”

“You have to forgive yourself, Asher. You were a child.”

“I was old enough to know he was hurting, that something was wrong. What it was exactly, I'm not sure, but I think he knew Penelope had fucked Linc.”

I don’t know the whole story. It’s really not my place to ask, but he hasn’t either. I think there’s a big chunk he doesn’t know about. “Maybe you should ask her.”

I watch the deep swallow he takes. “It doesn’t matter. Nothing will bring him back.”

He looks even more sad now, his eyes dropping to the sand between us. “Are you okay?”

I know he’s talking about last night because no matter how much he tries to seem like an unfeeling asshole, he cares. Maybe he cares too deeply, and it’s crippling. “I’m fine.”

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