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He waits until I finish before stepping back.

I drop my chin against my chest to keep my face hidden from his sight.

A meaningless gesture. He knows what transpired, even if I won’t give his brain the satisfaction of a mental commemorative photo.

He rifles through the shelves before offering me a handful of paper towels. “Clean yourself up and get back to work.” His voice is hoarse.

I don’t open my mouth to respond. I’m afraid of what will happen if any of Cian’s cum winds up inside my mouth… Could be a hypnotic hallucinogenic substance for all I fucking know.

I let Cian disappear.

What the hell has he done to me?

That’s the first question that pops into my head, but it’s the wrong one.

The real question is…what have I done to myself?

Chapter 15

Cian

I don’t know if someone opened a club in my chest or what, but my heart won’t stop thundering against my ribs. In my current state, even sitting still presents too much of a challenge.

Not after the events of the last twenty-four hours.

I’m standing on a sandy curb outside Dish Waikiki. The sun dips toward the clear, blue-green waters, bathing the world in a peach haze. I wonder if every night here plays this way, with dusk swallowing the town whole as the tropical day dims to breezy night.

The outside of Dish Waikiki reminds me of a planetarium. Windows and retractable walls enclose the round restaurant. A mural on one side draws the eye, neon blossoms exploding off the building’s teal outdoor paint. Monday through Thursday, the place apparently closes early, so here I lurk, waiting for Harper to finish up.

Through the restaurant’s windows, I watch while Harper and her colleagues rush around. But every time my eyes find her face, I picture my seed all over it and have to glance away as lust and guilt hit me square in the gut.

The offense I took at Finn’s words when he told me to control myself with her? Man, what a fucking hypocrite I am.Harper Brennan turns me on so much, I’m incapable of lying about it anymore.

The truth is horrible,worsethan I ever imagined, but in that dusty old room, with Harper on her knees and my dick in her mouth, I lost myself.

Guilt bears down on me, crushing me flat.

When I space out long enough for the guilt to recede, another bomb explodes in my brain.

My boyfriend didn’t know.

Harper’s excuse to that asshat she works with. That’s all it was. An excuse.

So why did Harper using that word, even as a ruse, tranquilize me like a damn dart?

The rage her would-be escape attempt ignited in me was blinding, but those two words—my boyfriend—siphoned half the force right out of the fury animating my limbs. With just those two little words, she bowled me over with such ferocity that I followed her straight into that closet.

I could shoot myself.

Rocking back on my heels, I tighten and unclench my fists, trying to let it all go. But the truth won’t stop glaring at me.

I’m coming undone in more ways than one.

What the fuck is happening here? Harper never gave me the time of day before, but now that we’re alone together in the Pacific Ocean, our dynamic has changed? Did I miss something back in New York? Were things between us not the way I’d always imagined them?

Before this trip, I thought Harper Brennan went through men like candy just because she could. Apparently, I was wrong. Her innocence arrests me.

The fact that I was the first man to ever put my mouth on her, and the first man she ever put her mouth on, pleases me in an inexplicable way.

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