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In this moment, the only thing that matters is Robbie’s lips on mine, how soft and hard they are, how perfectly they fit my own, how stupid amazing it feels when he sucks my lower lip between his and bites down just the slightest bit.

I need more—more kisses, more contact, more of everything.

Somehow, he knows it. His hands are suddenly under my bottom and he’s lifting me into his arms. My legs lock around his waist.

“That better for you, Monty?”

I gasp at the contact and nod. I can now feel every inch of his arousal against me.

He chuckles. “That’s what I thought.”

He trails kisses from my collarbone to just under my ear as he thrusts his hips into me. His…pythonrubs against all the right spots, and I do my best not to moan.

Me—moaning as a man presses me against the wall of some building at one in the afternoon, his mouth on my neck, my legs wrapped around his waist, his erection teasing my clit.

Who have I turned into?

“Goddammit, Monty.” He exhales against me. His hands grip my ass tighter and I can tell it’s taking everything he has to not take this any further. “You’re killing me.”

“You’re the dying one? Are you serious right now? You’ve been rubbing against all my favorite places for the past several minutes and I’m completely tied up in knots over here.”

I pull back and he grins at me. “You really going to complain about that?”

I roll my eyes and pull his head closer. “Shut up and kiss me again.”

And so he does.

This time he’s swift to sweep his tongue into my mouth and I’m lost…lost in this kiss, his touch, and the dirty words he keeps muttering.

There’s this soft patter taking over, and I swear it’s my heart trying to hammer out of my chest.

“Ahem.”

That sounds out of place.

I’m too lost to care.

“Ahem. Excuse me.”

Excuse you, sir.

Wait…

I wrench my mouth from Robbie’s, whipping my head to the side to find a man standing there, arms crossed over his chest and eyebrows raised into his hairline. He looks pissed.

Robbie’s still peppering kisses down my neck, my fingers are still threaded in his hair, and I’m just now thinking I should push him away.

“Robbie…”

“You’re right, we should go back to my place. I agree.”

“No,Robbie.”

Finally, he lifts his head from my neck and locks eyes with the stranger.

His stare turns cold and he gives the man a sinister grin. “Enjoying the show?”

You can see the guy’s confidence begin to waiver with the way Robbie’s looking at him, and I can’t say I blame him. It’s scary, and Robbie’s massive.

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