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I laugh. “That might be the only thing we have in common.”

He smirks down at me, watching me, his expression tender and firm at the same time. And my walls start to crumble, and that warmth, the sense of security wraps around me just like his large, powerful arms.

He kisses my neck, then rasps against my ear, “Tell me about the program.”

“It’s...” I swallow over the moan that rises in my throat.

“It’s what?” he asks, hands roaming under the t-shirt I’m wearing, and palming my bare ass.

“It’s a fashion and design course. Brynne thinks I can do it part time. But...”

“But what?” He pulls back slightly to look in my eyes.

I shrug, my hands on his chest. “She wants to pay for it.”

“And?”

“They’ve already given me so much.”

“Then let me pay for it.”

“I don’t need your—” His mouth is on mine, silencing my protest. “Come to the game tonight,” he says against my lips, hands roaming over my body, igniting that flame inside of me that threatens to burn away all my common sense.

“You want me there?” I whimper, head tilting back as he palms one of my breasts, his other hand pushing my thighs apart.

“I want you wherever I am.” There’s that look again in his eyes. Hungry. Possessive. Consuming.

I swallow. “Okay.”

“Good.” He grins at me, lifting me in his arms so that I’m straddling his waist, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my entrance. “I have a few hours before I have to leave.”

* * *

I’m still smiling hours later when I’m back in my apartment and checking my voicemail after getting out of the shower. Brynne called a few times, her last one hinting that she knows I spent the night with Blake.

My cheeks heat, but I don’t care. Of all the things I’ve done in my life, being with Blake is the one thing I’m not ashamed of. He makes me feel safe, cherished, complete. Even if it’s all just an illusion, I can’t help but feel like I’m somehow different today than I was yesterday.

A little bit stronger.

A little bit more... me.

Stupid, dangerous thoughts,Kiley, my head warns.

But the warning is dulled by the pounding of my heart, and the wicked throbbing between my legs.

Trust me, Kiley,he’d said, his body fused with mine.I’ll never hurt you.

And maybe it is stupid and dangerous, but I believed him.

When my phone rings, I answer it quickly, thinking it’s Brynne calling again.

“I’ll be up in five minutes,” I say, unable to stop smiling as I pull on a pair of clean pants.

“Kiley?” A woman’s voice that isn’t Brynne’s cracks when she says my name.

“Amy.” My throat constricts, knowing nothing good will come from this call. “Are you okay?”

“I need more money.”

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