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No penetration? ‘Just the tip’ed.
Kissing? Too far.
“We’ve broken so many of those rules,” she said, gaze flickering from my eyes to my mouth and back. “We should keep at least one intact.”
“Exactly,” I said, unsure of what I was really saying, instead so focused on her parted mouth and how much I wanted to press mine against hers. “At least one.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, but the hunger in her eyes matched mine.
And what awful timing for the shouts to start in the other room.
“Ten… nine…”
“It would ruin everything,” she said quickly.
“Seven…”
“We’ve done such a good job so far,” I lied.
She laughed, looking down at her feet, shaking her head.
“Five… four…”
“We shouldn’t,” she said, but her head arched as mine bent.
“We shouldn’t,” I repeated.
“Two… one!”
“Fuck it,” I muttered against her lips.
Without giving myself the chance to think or back out, I kissed her. Finally. Her lips were as soft as I remembered and they parted beneath mine, inviting me in. The second we touched, the world faded because Everly Bacque was kissing me back as if she’d been waiting as long as I had, as if she needed meas much as I needed her. There was no hesitation. We were both in this. All in. And that undid me.
Somewhere, there were cheers and clapping and champagne corks popping — but they were far away, a blur of noise outside of the gravity that was her kissing me.
My fingers intertwined with hers and I pressed them against the wall, holding every inch of my hard body against hers as she moaned in my mouth and I held her ransom to kiss her with everything I had to give.
Everything I was.
Her kiss was as desperate and demanding as mine. She nipped my lip, and when I heard her shallow breaths, my mouth went to her throat, giving her time to settle her breathing, but she whimpered at my touch, and when she said my name again, I had to kiss her lips because those noises would make me come in my trousers again.
And that couldn’t happen.
When I pulled back, it was only because the door beside us opened and a worker came through with a disgusted frown.
My forehead pressed against hers.
“You’re such a rebel,” I groaned.
“Huh?” she breathed, breasts straining against her tight dress.
“Forcing me to break the last rule.”
She laughed against my mouth and I wanted to kiss her nose. Her cheek. Her forehead.
Something less sexually charged.
“It was a special occasion,” she laughed. “It was only because I had no one to kiss at midnight.”
