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Kolby stands up like he’s in slow mo. “You good?”

I tuck my hair behind my ear. “Yeah.”

“We can talk later if?—”

“No, no, I was just?—”

“A control freak.” Iz cuts me off.

“Am not,” I huff. “Our policy is?—”

“Stuuupid,” Iz drawls out, and then like she’s giving a disclaimer that she speeds through. “You must be eighteen years old to legally serve alcoholic beverages in New York State.” She quirks a brow as she looks at me. “Just. Not. Here.”

I huff as I walk out from behind the bar. “Seriously, what do you care? You’ll be twenty-one in a month.”

She calls after me, “Totally going on a week-long bender.”

“Sorry,” I whisper as I pass Kolby and head to the office.

“Don’t you dare be sorry.” He chuckles.

I open the door, walk in, and then turn to face him, and his lips crash against mine.

Chapter15

The Office

Kolby

“You’re so damn beautiful,” I say as I kick the door shut behind me and lean down to take her mouth again.

Her lips are perfect, hot, and wet. She tastes like lemon and heat—heat that I want more of. I run my tongue along her lip before diving inside her mouth.

So good, real good.

I break the kiss, and when she groans in protest, I regret it, but you have to do what you have to do. I’m starting by clearing a few things up.

I grab her hips and lift her, setting her on her desk. Heart hammering, I then step back until I’m leaning against the door. “I need to know what you want.”

“What I want?” She asks, pushing back the strands of hair that must have fallen out when I had my greedy-ass fingers in it.

I run my hand through my hair. “You make lists. Here, in the folder. You make rules at your place.”

“I mean, that’s just to stay organized, so steps aren’t …” She stops and bites her lower lip.

“I don’t wanna miss steps with you. Hell, I don’t wanna miss a damn thing.”

“I’m pretty sure we’re doing real good, Kolby.”

“Yeah, well, I’m struggling with the fact I can’t ask you to be my girlfriend when I still have a … wife.”

“Legally, you’re separated,” she states.

“You deserve better.”

“You are my better,” she says, pulling her legs up and resting her chin on her knees.

And you are becoming my everything.

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