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And the single question that drops from her lips is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard in my life. Her voice is breathless and throaty as she asks, “Can you take me home?”

I stare at her a few beats before I ask, “Are you drunk?”

She slowly shakes her head, and I don’t answer with words. I don’t bother with goodbyes.

I’m not doing anything to jeopardize this chance.

Instead, I grab her hand and lead her through the bar as I navigate the Uber app on my phone. The car is one minute away when we land on the sidewalk out front, and I don’t dare let go of her hand as we wait.

A black car pulls up, and we slip into the backseat.

We greet the driver, and when I glance over at her, she’s looking up at me. She sets her hand on my jaw and pulls me toward her, her lips catching mine again.

I could’ve justified the one back at the bar. I could’ve said she was only kissing me in public to further our plot of a fake engagement.

But here in the back of an Uber?

It’s just the two of us.

My fingertips glide along her thigh where that gorgeous slit has been tempting me all night, and I rest my hand right at the top of the slit. She shifts a little, and it has the effect of pushing my hand up her thigh toward her hip.

She deepens the kiss as I let my fingers move up a little more, and it’s as if she’s giving me permission to touch her with the intensity of the way her tongue moves against mine.

I shift my hand down a little, and her legs fall open just enough for me to brush against the silky fabric snugly fit against her pussy.

My cock swells as I cross a line I’ve never crossed with my best friend.

There’s no turning back.

CHAPTER 20: Sophie Summers

Are You Sure About This

I have no idea what this is, but I know I like it, and I know I want more.

The way he’s kissing me…damn.

Has he always been this good of a kisser? I wouldn’t know since my experience kissing him has been limited to a few for show over the last couple of weeks.

But as we make out in the backseat of an Uber holding only the two of us, there’s nothing about this that’s for show.

And it feels good. Better than I ever would’ve imagined. I never really thought about kissing Miller before, but I guess if I did think it, I would’ve thought it would feel weird.

It doesn’t.

There’s nothing weird about it.

In fact, I think this may be among the best kisses I’ve ever experienced in my life.

It’s passionate and tender at the same time. It’s as if he wants to give me everything but is holding himself back—maybe because we’re in the back of someone else’s car, or maybe because in the back of our minds somewhere, this isn’tsupposed to be happening. We’re friends, just friends, something we’ve always both been so adamant about.

But kissing him is setting my blood on fire. My nerves are fully exposed, and my heart is racing in my chest as emotions plow into me.

I reach around the back of his neck and pull him closer, and his hand glides along my panties again, causing a throbbing, pulsing ache between my legs. I need him to slip his finger beyond the fabric, but instead, he’s teasing me.

I cling on around his neck as the kiss somehow deepens and intensifies, and I’m not sure I’ve ever had such an all-consuming kiss before. My hand trails along the front of his pants, stopping when I find what I’m looking for, and I rub his cock over his pants.

Oh my God.

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