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“And it can only be in here. I can’t…” I shook my head. I couldn’t even say the words.

“No one else has to know, Silver. You, me, and this apartment. Sounds like the title of a bad porno.” He laughed, and the rest of my tension receded.

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never watched one.”

His eyes widened, and I wasn’t sure who was more surprised—him at my statement or me at admitting it.

“Oh, the things I have to teach you, Silver,” he purred and leaned forward to kiss me.

Everything felt right the instant our lips touched. The clawing sensation I’d felt inside my chest dissipated and was replaced with calmness.

I hated that I’d given in to this need, that I hadn’t been stronger to resist his pull, but the way his body felt against mine, with his lips making their way down my body, I couldn’t find the strength to care. So I’d enjoy this for as long as it lasted and ignore the dumpster fire it would be when it ended.

Because it would end. That was one thing I knew irrevocably. For the first time, I wanted to enjoy something before it crashed and burned. I would be selfish and take what I wanted, consequences be damned.

CHAPTER11

MILLER

I hadn’t meantto kiss him. But as usual with Lathan, my body gave in to the pull between us before my thoughts could catch up. I acted like I was in control, but that was a lie. It had only taken one touch of his fingers to send my life in a completely different direction. Now, with one touch of his lips, I was irrevocably changed.

It was the way he melted beneath me, like my touch soothed something in him. It was how I couldn’t devour the sounds of his little whimpers fast enough. It was pure ecstasy, and it slammed into me like a battering ram. I would never get enough of him.

The brakes in my head yelled at me to slow down and rethink this, but I was already too far gone for this man. I wanted and needed him in a way I hadn’t felt for anything besides hockey. Undoubtedly, no one would ever compare to Lathan Silver, and that was a problem.

He wasn’t mine, and I would never be his. This could only end in heartbreak for me.

With Herculean strength I didn’t possess, I broke the kiss and vowed never to do that again. It was too intimate, too vulnerable for a man like Lathan. I couldn’t give him my heart when he barely knew his own. I might be too weak to stay away from him, but I could protect myself in this way.

“Question, Silver Spoon, do you want to get your mind blown in your kitchen or bedroom? I’m about two seconds away from stripping you naked and having my way with you, so decide now.”

He swallowed, and I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed. An image of what it would look like with my dick down his throat flashed across my mind, and I groaned.

“Um,” he murmured.

“Time’s up.” I lifted his sweater over his head, tossed it away, and spun him around. “Hands flat on the counter.” When he didn’t move to obey, I pressed his back forward and cherished his responding gasp. His back muscles were too sexy to ignore, so I trailed kisses down them and convinced myself this was okay. As long as it wasn’t his mouth, I could handle it.

Goosebumps broke out everywhere my lips touched, and I smiled into his hot flesh as I unbuttoned his slacks. I palmed his erection and ate up every little moan he released. I was convinced I could live off his sounds alone. Who needed food when Lathan Silver was around? Not me. I’d gladly gorge myself on the buffet of his body any day.

“Considering who your stepmom was, I’m going to assume you’re familiar with the stoplight method?”

Lathan nodded. I squeezed his dick when he didn’t elaborate.

“Use your words, Lath. I need to hear them.”

“Yes. I know it.”

“Good. Consent is important. So if something?—”

“I know how consent works, Bambi,” he barked. “You promised to blow my mind, but all you’re doing is yapping. If I wanted to listen to you talk… On second thought, I don’t want to listen to you talk, so if that’s all you’re going to do?—”

I gripped his shoulders and shoved his chest into the counter. He landed with a hard smack, effectively cutting off his words. I worried for half a second I’d been too rough, but the shudder from his body told me everything.He liked it.

“You forgot who was in charge, Silver Spoon. It’s cute you think it’s you.”

“Fuck you, Bambi,” he grunted and shifted his hips. My dick rubbed between the creases of his ass, and I bit back a moan. Too close. Too soon. I squeezed his throat, and he froze. Good. It seemed the grumpy dick could be tamed.

“Should I remind you, Silver? Hmm?”

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