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I honest to god couldn’t.

And I hated myself for it.

Heart racing, I pushed on and moved until my chest was flush to his back. "Don’t go," I whispered.

Reaching around, I pressed the palm of my hand to his hard stomach. "But if you do go, then please take me with you."

"Goddamn, HC," he groaned. I could feel the heat emanating from him.

He was burning me up.

I was feeling it, too.

The pull.

The burn.

The need.

Halsey & G-Eazy's latest collaborationHim and Iwas blasting from the speakers, and the lyrics wrapped around my heart like a painful reminder.

"You really wanna do this?" he growled, keeping his back to me. Running a hand through his hair, he exhaled heavily. "I've got nothing left to lose here, sweetheart. You're the one with the husband."

I wasn’t proud of what I was doing to this man, but I was too selfish to give him up.

"I want to do whatever you do," I replied, lowering my hand to the buckle of his belt. "Justtakeme with you."

"Fuck!" Hunter let out a low snarl before spinning around and dragging my body flush to his. Cupping the back of my neck with one large hand, he whispered, "I'm not making the first move this time. I'mnotputting myself out there for you to cut me down again."

"I'm sorry," I whispered. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I reached up on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to the curve of his jaw.

"You hit me like a fucking hurricane, Hope Carter," he groaned, seconds before slamming his lips against mine.

Unable to do anything but kiss him back, I closed my eyes and absorbed the fucking fabulous feeling of being in his arms again, as his big body swayed against mine.

I could feel every thick inch ofhimas he thrust his hips against me.

He hidnothingfrom me.

He was offering me all he was and I wanted to take it.

The smell of whiskey, nicotine, and mint on his breath flooded me, drowning me in all things Hunter Casarazzi.

I was so in love with him.

It wouldn’t matter who walked into this bar and caught us.

There was no force strong enough to pull me away from this man.

Every flick of his tongue, every thrust of his hips, assured me that he was missing me just as much as I was missing him.

He was messy and reckless, knotting his hands in my hair, hands roaming down my back, cupping my ass tightly.

He didn’t care and, because he didn’t, I couldn’t find it in me to care either.

I was taking a leaf from his book.

I was following his lead.

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