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He looks like a Grecian god, his chiseled jaw and blond hair shining in the darkness while he rests on his elbow and surveys the wreckage of my swollen lips and stubble-roughened jaw and cheeks.

“Mine,” he declares, sending a thrill through me that intensifies as he leans down and takes my mouth in a kiss that seems to be designed to back up his covetous declaration.

Totally giving myself up to his domination, I surrender my body to the bliss he’s giving me.

Then all of a sudden, he pulls back and sits up. “Fuck,” he says, eyes huge. “It’s your birthday.” Guilt mars his face. “I’m sorry. It’s been a pretty screwed up birthday.”

“Only the beginning of it.” I rise up to kiss him on the lips. “And even with the way it started, it’s easily the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

He shakes his head. “I need to start raising your expectations of what you deserve.” He reaches out to caress my face. “That begins now. We’ll hit the festival, see Jonah Reeves, and then afterwards I’ll take you to the best French restaurant in town, and after that we can hit up a cozy little blues club I love on Marchand Street.”

Sin’s plans sound wonderful, and I’d love to do all those things with him, but it’s not really how I want to spend my birthday—not now that I’m finally getting to touch and kiss Sin to my heart’s content.

I don’t want to disappoint Sin, though. He went to all the trouble of getting the tickets, and I know how much he loves Jonah Reeves.

I put on a smile for Sin. “That sounds great.”

He tilts my head up to meet my gaze. “Is there something else you’d rather do on your birthday?”

“Of course, I want to?—”

Sin interrupts my lie. “The truth, Cassidy.”

“I really did want to go to Freedom Fest with you and watch all the bands, especially Jonah Reeves, but now that all this happened between us,” I motion at the rumpled sheets, “I really don’t want to leave this hotel room, or this bed because what I’d really like for my birthday—” I hesitate.

“What would you like?” Sin prompts.

Can I ask him for this? He’s pushed me away so many times. I don’t know if I can handle it if he rejects my request.

But that was before I saw how his eyes burn for me. Before I felt his desire for me in his hands and on his lips. Before I saw and felt how hard his cock gets for me. I take a deep breath and ask for what I really want.

“I want you to take my virginity.”

Chapter 23

Sin

Cassidy looks up at me, his beautiful eyes shining with determination “I want you to take my virginity.”

A fierce satisfaction overtakes me at his words. Every instinct tells me to immediately go about making him thoroughly and unequivocally mine. But I have to be sure that this is what he really wants. That I’m doing right by him.

He must take my hesitation as rejection. “I understand.” His gaze drops from mine. “We can go to the festival instead.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I tumble him on his back and come down on top of him, my cock digging into him and proving how much I want him. I won’t have him doubt the attraction between us or think it’s one-sided. Not anymore. “There’s no other place in the world I’d rather be,” I kiss him, “than in this bed,” another kiss, “with you.”

“You don’t mind missing the festival? I know you love seeing Jonah Reeves play live.”

“I wanted to share your first concert with you,” I say against his neck as I nip at the soft skin under his jaw. “He’s starting a world tour in a few months. I’ll take you to see him in Prague. I’d much rather stay in this bed and share another kind of first with you.” I murmur against him.

He pulls away from my kisses. “I don’t need you to take me to fancy places. Or spend your money on me.” His eyes shine with genuine goodness. “I just want you.”

How can his fucking sweetness be so damned sexy? Then I’m yours,” I say, and kiss him. His lips are still plump and swollen from earlier, and I once again get lost in the pleasure of them. Never had I spent more time than I had to on what I’d always considered a preliminary to thegood stuff. With Cassidy, it’s different. Each brush off our lips electrifies me. Each forceful sweep of my tongue against his jolts me with the possessive thrill of dominating his luscious mouth.

A dominance I plan to enforce over his whole body. The promise of it almost sends me into overdrive, and before I’m totally lost in my need to own Cassidy, I realize we have to talk. I pull back and grab my phone from my back pocket. Cassidy looks confused and a little put out by my sudden withdrawal. “ Before we have sex, you need to know my health history.” I pull up the information I’m looking for and show him my screen. “ These are my latest results. I’m negative of any STDs.

He examines my phone and nods to show me he’s read the information. “I’ve worn condoms with all my sexual partners, and I’ll wear one with you, if that’s what you’d prefer.” I pause, the enormity of what I’m about to request from him is stunning. I’ve never trusted anyone, even Mercer, enough to ask for it. “But I don’t want to use one with you.”

He blinks at me. “Why am I different?” he asks. “How come you don’t want to use a condom with me?”

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