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A sudden roar brings my laugh to an abrupt end. I ease off the couch, frowning at the rattling balcony door. “What the hell?”

Scarlett stands as I rush to the windows and part the curtains. “Fuck. Scar, we need to go.”

She slips her shoes on and I grab the biggest umbrella from the closet. With my arm around her waist, we step out the front door.

And into a thunderstorm.

Gusty winds immediately throw us off balance and yanks the umbrella from my grip. Within a few seconds, we’re drenched from head to toe by the freezing rain. It’s pounding so hard that I can’t even see the path. I grab Scarlett’s hand, pulling her with me as I push against the wind, using my memory to guide the way. The outline of my car soon confirms we’re heading in the right direction—

Scarlett’s hand flies from my grip, making me stop short. I turn to find her sprawled on the ground. I lift her in my arms as something hits me and I turn, heading back to the pool house.

“Holy fuck,” I mutter, setting Scarlett down in the foyer, then closing the door against the chaos outside. Scarlett sinks down to the floor, panting hard, which prompts me to check her over for bruises.

“Just my butt. I went down hard,” she groans, rubbing the spot.

“Come on. Let’s get you out of these clothes.” I try to lift her up again, but she shakes her head.

“Let me walk so I can work out this kink in my butt.” She pushes against me to stand, groaning again.

She goes to the bathroom while I dig around in a drawer, happy that I’d left some clothes over here. Although, the devil in me wouldn’t mind Scarlett parading around naked. I grab a T-shirt and a pair of boxers. The devil in me also won’t mind if she chooses not to put those boxers on.

I hear the shower running, so I rest them on top of the toilet seat, along with a towel. A quick shower in the next bathroom and I come out wearing something similar, finding Scarlett on the couch typing away on her phone, her damp hair framing her face.

Then she frowns deeply. She reads something on the screen and looks up at me with a grave expression. “I need to go. We have to brave that storm.”

Chapter 23

Scarlett

“Psych!” I yell, giggling.

Aiden’s crestfallen look disappears within a second, replaced by a scowl that makes me laugh harder.

“Ha, ha,” he mocks.

“Don’t be mad because I got you. You should’ve seen your face.”

My delighted squeal fills the room as he launches at me with a loud growl. My body presses into the couch under his weight. “I’m going to make you pay for that.” His fingers wiggle in my sides, making me squirm beneath him.

“Stop!” I giggle.

“Not until you apologize,” he grunts, still jabbing my sides and I inch myself upward to get him off me. My laughter pauses when I feel how hard he is between my thighs. How good he feels pressed against me. How easy it would be to pull these boxers down and let him pleasure me like I’ve wanted all night.

“Scarlett,” he whispers, anguish heavy in his tone when I start moving beneath him. “Don’t.”

“Then get off me, Aiden,” I whisper back, still grinding my pussy on his cock. “If you dare.”

“You’re trouble.” But he doesn’t move. He starts rocking with me. I ease myself up and kiss him deeply. He returns the kiss with even more vigor, pulling on my tongue, my lips, lickingmy neck, kissing my breasts through the shirt. When he gets to my stomach, he presses his forehead down there with a deep sigh.

“We should stop before it’s too late,” he cautions.

The thing is, I’m already at the point of no return. My mind is already far ahead, imagining his cock inside me. “What if I don’t want to stop?” I ask.

Aiden lifts his head, wariness dancing in his eyes. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes.” I ease myself up. “Scared, but positive.”

“What are you scared of?” he asks.

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