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“I’m about to come,” I say, breathless. “Let go for a second…”

She doesn’t.

Instead, she unzips my pants and slides her mouth over the head of my cock.

She takes me down her throat, slow and confident, and I tangle my fingers in her hair as everything breaks apart inside me.

I come hard. Harder than I should. Harder than I have in a long time.

And I know it’s because of her.

We stare at each other through the rainfall, neither of us speaking.

I’ve never wanted someone more.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Emily asks. “Did I do something wrong?”

I shake my head. “I think we both did.”

“Do you care?”

“No.”

“Me either…” She lets out a breath and zips my jeans.

I smooth her dress. She picks up her purse.

I walk to my car and open the door for her.

She falls asleep after I’ve driven a few miles, her hand entwined in mine over the gear shift.

Every stoplight I reach flashes red as we leave the city, warning me to stop whatever this is while I still have the chance.

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EMILY

“Hey.” Cole nudges my shoulder, jolting me awake.

I sit up and realize we’re back at home, in the garage.

My lips still feel swollen and heavy, and as I turn to look at him, flashes of him making me orgasm for the first time cloud my mind.

“Thank you for the ride,” I say. “I appreciate it.”

“Anytime.” He steps out and, like the gentleman he is, walks over to my side and opens my door.

When we step inside, I spot a bouquet of pink and white balloons floating from a vase on the kitchen island. A small silver envelope hangs from their strings.

To Emily

From Mom.

I don’t bother grabbing it.

From where I’m standing, I can see through the glass doors on the other side of the kitchen; my mom is curled next to Aidan, her head resting on his shoulder.

“She told me your dad was taking her yachting overnight…” I mutter.

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