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I really should have locked the door, but this was the last thing I expected to happen when I brought her in here in hysterics.

Her hand moves again on my cock, and I know what she needs. For me to fill her up and fuck her till she’s seeing stars. I move back from her, walking over to my desk to grab a condom, locking the door on my way back just to make sure we don’t get bothered. I’m not taking my chances when I have her all hot and needy like this. I’ve waited too long to have her at my mercy. Sitting down beside her and loosening the waistband of my pants so my cock can spring free, I roll the condom on as she watches through hooded eyes.

“Take off your panties, sweetheart, and come and sit on my cock.”

I see the split second of fear in her features, then it’s gone, and she follows my instructions. Slipping off her white panties, she drops them on the couch. She climbs over me and lowers herself down tentatively. I take hold of her ass cheeks and drag her the rest of the way over my cock. My body shudders. She’s so tight, she feels like a vice squeezing around my cock. Fucking amazing.

“Slow,” I instruct her. If she goes fast right now, I’m going to blow in seconds, and I want this to last.

I kiss her again, my greedy hands running over her. She moves gradually, rocking her hips in a measured movement. She slips away from my kiss, staring back at me, her movement changing as she rides me, my cock slipping in and out of her easily now. I palm her breasts, feeling them bounce as she picks up the pace. Her silky hair flows down her back, her fluffy halo slanted to the side. When I picked this costume for her, I never in my wildest dreams imagined I would have her sitting on my cock riding me in it. She’s a fucking goddess, not an angel.

“This is so wrong,” she tells me, her eyes still locked with mine, a lopsided smile on her lips.

“So wrong, babydoll,” I agree with her. “But it feels so fucking right.”

She moves faster, her soft moans bringing me more and more undone with every slight movement.

I’m about to lose control, my balls are impossibly tight. I slip a hand in between us and toy with her clit. “Come for me, baby. I want to watch you explode all over my cock.” My hips rise to meet her pussy, needing it harder, faster. I’m desperate for her to take me all the way with her.

Her body trembles, and she clings to me as she bites into my shoulder, a muffled cry escaping her lips. I tip over the edgealongside her, thrusting into her in deep movements, filling the condom with my release.

Her head drops to my shoulder, sucking in a deep breath. She’s panting, and so am I. That was something else. She looks back at me, and I claim her lips once more. This time our kiss is passionate and slow, each of us savoring every lick of the tongue, every press of the lips. I could stay locked in this moment with her like this forever. My hands stroke her silky hair, and she moves her chest right into mine, deepening our kiss. She’s utter perfection in every way—except one. The realization has me withdrawing from her.

She glances into my eyes for a quick beat, then hops off my lap with a wince.

I dispose of the condom and fasten my pants in place while she sorts herself out. “Are you okay?” I ask, concerned to let her go back to work after the night she’s had.

She looks me over, her gaze more closed off than she was before. Her walls are going back up. “Yeah. You're big, but I’ll survive,” she says, shrugging back into her top.

I take her hand. “I was talking about what happened earlier,” I say more seriously. I’m worried about her.

“Look, Kobe, I’m sorry you found me losing it in the hallway. I was way too open with you tonight. I should have kept all that shit to myself. Don’t worry about me. I will be fine. I’m not your problem.” She brushes it off like it was nothing, when both of us know what she found out tonight was devastating to her. One of those life-changing moments that makes you question everything.

“You don’t have to. I meant what I said when you first started here. This place is like a family, we all take care of each other. If you ever need me, I’m here for you,” I tell her honestly. I know I shouldn’t, but what Maeve said to me the other day has stuck. And I know Bella’s someone special. We haven’t met under thebest circumstances, but there is something here. And part of me hopes I can persuade her to see things from my perspective.

She offers me a small smile, and I can see what it actually means to her. “Thanks, I appreciate it. Better get back out there.” She holds out her hand for her panties.

I reluctantly hand them over. “Sugarplum. This has to stay between us, okay? No chitchat to the girls out there.” I know what that lot are like, and right now, I don’t need this getting back to my brothers. Not before I have worked out how to handle it.

“Sorry, Kobe, you weren’t that impressive. I don’t feel the need to talk about it again. This was a mistake, and I’ve already forgotten it happened.” She blinks back at me like she’s totally unaffected by what just happened, when I know she is. She showed me a glimmer of vulnerability tonight, but now her walls are back up, and she’s back to being an actress.

I cover my chest like she had just wounded me. “Ouch. That would hurt if I didn’t agree with you so much. This never happened,” I agree with a defiant nod of the head.

She zips her lips, grabs her wings, then walks out the door, leaving me with my heart hammering, wondering why I still want more.

CHAPTER 21

ARABELLA

I stroll across thestreet, feeling excited about my lunch date at Caffeine Corner. I need something to lift my spirits after what I learned last night. A chat with Summer and Hazel will be the distraction I need. I can’t help but picture what happened to Wyatt—seeing his beloved car wrapped around a tree.

The more I think about it, the more I realize it must have been a terrible accident. He wouldn’t have intentionally damaged his car; he cherished it more than he did me. Plus, he was moving on with his life, with a new girl and a stable job. He was making progress. Cutting him out of my life was the right decision and couldn’t have had anything to do with what happened. It does make the tragedy even sadder. After years of struggling, he was finally getting his life back on track, only for it to end so abruptly. My heart goes out to his family and the new girl.

None of it excuses what I did last night with Kobe. I can’t even convince myself that it actually happened. I think it was all just some delusion I made up in my head because I was grieving. But as I push open the café door and come face to face with theman himself, I know it was all very real. My heart races suddenly under his stare.

“What are you doing here?” I mutter, surprised and annoyed to see him at my favorite local café. Can’t I go anywhere in this town without having to see his face? Is he stalking me?

“Grabbing a coffee before I head into The Joker for the afternoon,” he replies casually, flashing me a smile. He looks different today, his jaw all stubbly, rough-looking, more like his brothers. I wonder why.

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