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“Forget?” He huffs. “Why? You feel it, too. I can tell, Cassie. That’s why you shudder when I’m close. You were jealous. You stormed off when you saw me with Bristol.”

“You’re wrong,” I try to dissuade him and myself.

“I’m not,” he counters, breathing heavily. “I’m sick of the torment. And I’m going to kiss you.”

I bolt down the sidewalk, panting from the rush of Reid at my back. I’m right at the bend when he swoops his arms around me, pulls me against the tree, and crushes my lips.

His kiss is deep, a brutal form of hunger.

I lift my hands to his chest, intending to push him back, but that quickly fades as his tongue slips through and entangles with mine.

Reid groans into my mouth, hands gripping me tightly before swathing all over my body.

My pussy is soaked and aching for more.

As he slides his hand under my dress and cups my heat, a whimper seeps out from the jolt of pleasure, and I open my legs wider for him.

He responds to my arousal with a deep, excited growl, sucking on my tongue while rubbing me.

I hitch and moan from the immense pleasure as the pressure builds in my middle.

Reid strokes my sensitive nub with his thumb. The motion hurls me over the edge, making me shatter within seconds.

He slows his movements as I come down from the high, but he continues kissing me sensually.

Something clicks in my head at the sound of an approaching vehicle and headlights. I push him away and hurry to fix my dress, wiping my raw lips with the back of my hand.

I’m still sensitive and winded from the orgasm. Admittedly, it felt so damn good being pleasured by Reid. But the more reality sinks in, the more shame it brings.

Reid blows a long breath and attempts to touch me again. “Cassie—”

“Do-don’t,” I stutter, putting my hand up. “Don’t say anything.”

I step past him, and he follows me towards the gates. Both of us not speaking.

What is there to say? I let my cousin make out with me, then fondle me into an orgasm.

He’s right. I’m scared. Because the truth is, I do have those feelings. But it’s wrong to explore them. Isn’t it?

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