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Yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that things could come crashing down any minute. And God help me, I was in deeper than ever.

With her sitting by my side, the taste of her still on my lips, I knew I wasn’t getting through this intact if she changed her mind.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

TRISSA

Every muscle in my body had melted into goo. If Killian wasn’t holding onto me, I’d be a puddle on the floor in the backseat of his car. Tonight with him was everything I never knew I wanted or needed.

If someone had asked me last week if I’d be getting hot and heavy with Killian Hook in the back of a club we snuck into as teenagers, I would’ve said they were crazy. But after being in his arms, feeling his mouth on mine, hearing the deep groans falling from his lips, I knew I could never go back to how things used to be between us.

I prayed he felt the same way.

How had I never realized that he had been in love with me all those years ago? And, did he still feel that way? After what just happened between us, I knew for sure he wanted me physically, but was it too much to hope that he still loved me?

Killian’s cell rang and I shifted away to give him a little privacy. He let out a sexy growl and tugged me back into his arms as he answered.

No space. Duly noted.

I had a feeling if I looked in the mirror I’d find a dopey smile plastered on my face.

This possessive side of Killian was like a new kink unlocked.

“This better be good, Oliver Smee, if you’re calling this late,” Killian grumbled. “Yes, she’s here.”

My ears perked up.

“Put you on speaker? Why the fuck should I do that?” He paused. “Fine.”

“Hello, Trissa, darling.”

I smiled. “Hey, Ollie.” We’d interacted over the years as colleagues even as I did my best to avoid Killian.

“I have amazing news, you beautiful grump and sparkling doll.”

“Can you cut down on the cheer and get to it?” Killian’s words only reinforced Ollie’s description of him.

I wanted to giggle at how opposite the two of them were.

“Oh put away your bluster, Killian. I can’t dampen my natural effervescence.” His smugly satisfied smirk came across loud and clear.

I let out a snort-laugh.

When Killian turned an annoyed glare at me, I realized I hadn’t been as quiet as I thought.

“Sorry,” I whispered.

I wasn’t.

He shifted me onto his lap. This seemed to be his go-to spot for me and I was definitely not complaining.

“I’m guessing you haven’t seen the news?” he asked, then without waiting for my reply kept going, “No, of course you haven’t, it’s 2:00 am. You two are everywhere.”

“What thefuckare you talking about?” Killian’s hand absentmindedly rubbed circles on my thigh. I had to clench them together before I let my hormones decide to open themwide to give him access to stroke my already weeping pussy. This man had the magic touch that could undo me anywhere.

“First of all, I’m a little pissed that you didn’t tell me about you and Trissa.”

I froze.

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