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There’s nothing about us that’s alike. We don’t have a thing in common.

Yet, I can’t deny how good it feels to be in his embrace.

“There is nothing ugly about you, Monty.”

“I have—”

“Nothing,” he insists. “Don’t argue. Just accept it.”

I close my eyes and we stand here. He doesn’t let me go, and I don’t try to leave.

I can feel his gaze raking over me and I love how it makes me feel. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Robbie in the past few weeks, it’s that he doesn’t hold back, and he’s not doing so right now either. His gaze slides over every single inch of me, slow and leisurely.

I’m eager to open my eyes, wondering what he sees, but I don’t. I’m enjoying the wait too much. The anticipation is making me antsy, and good things come to those who wait.

“God, Monty, I wanna touch you again, so bad.”

I want you to touch me too.

“I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since we met. You don’t know how many times I’ve stopped myself from asking for your address, from calling you just so I could hear that rasp of yours again.”

“My voice isn’t raspy.”

His lips collide with my ear as he whispers, “It is when I’m making you come.”

I nearly drop to my knees, not expecting those words.

His grip tightens around me, and the hard length of him presses into me from behind. Brazenly, I swivel my hips, pushing against him…againstit.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

Then we’re moving.

My eyes fly open as he tugs me down the aisle. The heat from the summer air licks at my skin when he pushes open the door and navigates us outside.

I don’t say a word the entire time. I’m too curious…too excited.

He’s speed walking and I’m uncertain where he’s leading us until we round the corner and the loading bay comes into view.

He tucks us into the shade, my back resting against the brick wall as his arms come up to cage me in. His eyes drop to my parted lips and he watches me with rapt attention.

His breathing is labored, and mine is no better. His eyes are wide, pupils dilated, and his tongue snakes out to wet his lips.

Finally, our eyes lock. The connection is so intense I want to look away. Ineedto look away, but I don’t. I can’t.

Because I know what’s coming next, and I don’t want to miss it.

“I’m going to kiss you, Monty. Fair warning.”

He waits for my protests, but he’s not going to get any.

He smashes his mouth to mine, and it’s just as good as it was before.

No, it’sbetter.

I’m not sure how it’s possible, but it’s true.

Robbie’s hands slide into my hair as he draws me closer and pushes me away all at once. I don’t even care that my favorite sweater is rubbing against the dirty building or that there will probably be pilling from it.

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