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“My parents and sister are out there...” I mumble, flustered.

“How bad do you want me to meet your friends?” he teases, slipping his fingers right over my seam.

I suck in a breath, trying to breathe as my cock twitches. “What about dinner?” I ask, heat ransacking my body. “What about my fucking parents?”

“Your dad is manning the grill in the backyard, and Katy and your mom are on their second glass of wine.”

I look up into his eyes, knowing I’m going straight to hell for what I say next. I rest my hand on his cock, my palm heated.

“Really bad,” I declare, gazing up at him.

He leans down and kisses me, and I feel like the world falls away.

“How bad do you want me to suck your cock right now?” I ask.

Zeb raises an eyebrow at me, smiling deliciously.

“Really fucking bad.” He clears his throat. “But only if that’s whatyouwant.”

I glance at the door, then back at him, sin blooming in my core.

I’ve spent my entire life beinggood.Even when I left and started my career at Casualty, I was still perpetuating my “Good Christian Values” by wearing my ring.

I twist my fingers over the steel that I haven’t taken off in sixteen years. The heat from my skin warms it, as I realize my boundaries aren’t defined by anyone else.

Not by my mother, or Kevin, or the label, or even the public.

It’s up to me.

It’s achoice.

I slide my ring off my finger and set it down on the dresser.

Zeb grins.

“Yes. I want it.” I say, signing my death certificate.

God can’t save me now.

I slide up to Zeb, focusing on his gaze as I pop the button on his jeans, and I take a deep breath, sliding my hand inside his boxers. His cock is warm against my skin, thick as I hold him.

I push him down with one hand and he falls against the foot of the bed, looking up at me with dark, lust-hazy green eyes. I take in the sight of him like this—arms braced on the messy bed, his thick cock bouncing freely—and I half worry I might actually choke.

God, that would be embarrassing as fuck.

But despite the fear, the worry, and the panic, I want this.

I wanthim.

“Holy fuck,” he says, looking up at me.

“What?” I say, grabbing my cock, if only to adjust myself.

“You look so fucking hot right now,” he says, and his voice is barely a whisper.

“Do I, now?” I ask as I take one step forward, then another, until I am between his heavy legs.

Zeb nods as I drop to my knees before him.