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He chuckles and licks up my throat. “That wasn’t a nice way to ask.”

“I’m not a nice person.”

“Lies.” He bites my throat lightly, then cups my breast, fingers pushing under my top and circling my nipple until I grind against the hardness growing in his pants. “I like your sass.”

I drag his hand down my body as our eyes hold. He swallows. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I whisper against his lips. “Touch me.”

Ash groans and pushes his fingers into my bottoms, rubbing my clit slowly as I moan and cling tighter to him. “Do you like my bruises better than …” I gasp against his throat. “Than from fighting?”

“Fuck, yes,” he pants. “Be as rough as you want with me. I can handle it.”

Two of his fingers push inside me and curl against that perfect spot in my pussy. I groan and bury my head in his throat. “Ash.”

“This what you want?” He growls in my ear before licking across my skin. “Or would you rather have my tongue here.” He flicks his thumb over my clit.

My eyes flutter shut, and I nod. “I would.”

“Next time,” he groans, thrusting his fingers in again as pleasure sparks across my nerves, threatening to drag me down. “I like making you moan.”

“Fuck.” I kiss him again, hungry and demanding, and ooh, he just feels so fucking good.

Panting, I roll my hips against his hand and take his fingers deeper, over and over again. His mouth across my neck, over my shoulder, and the soft brush of his fingers down my back feels twice as intense while he’s fingering me.

“I’m close,” I whimper. “Please.”

“You want to come?”

“Yes!” I yell.

Ash groans and picks up the pace. My eyes roll back, and I tighten my hold on him. Just as I feel my body tighten and ecstasy sweeps through me like a tidal wave, I dig my teeth into his neck, biting hard to muffle the moan that drags from deep inside me.

He rubs over my clit again, making me jump, and he chuckles. “I think I need a repeat of that.”

“I’m supposed to …” I can’t collect my thoughts. I laugh softly and slide my arms around his neck, kissing across his jaw. “You’re good at that.”

He kisses me again. “Wednesday, at least come to the match?”

“Okay,” I agree.

“Early, so I can get a kiss for luck.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “If you can.”

“You’re being all soft and sweet.”

He hugs me tightly. “How else am I ever going to deserve you?”

We stay in silence for a while. I don’t know what to say to that, and I don’t think hemeantto say it. Not really. I shiver and feel the hair on the back of my neck prickle. My stomach is dragged down by some sinking, gut-twisting thing.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” My conscience sounds a lot like Bonnie. “Thisis what you do when I’m not around?”

Ash jerks back from me, and I turn to see my best friend is actually here.

Or ex best friend. Oh, fuck.

Chapter 17

Ashton

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