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Presley’s heated eyes fell to mine, and the fingers he’d just sucked ran over my bottom lip slowly.

“No regrets?”

I pressed myself against him. “Not one.”

It was a lie. It was all a lie.

I knew it. I just wasn’t ready to deal with after effects of that lie while he was ripping my shorts down my legs, or when he leaned back to open me up with his fingers, his eyes focused on the way they dipped in and out of me, alight with wonder and arousal.

When he finally pushed his cock inside me, my back arched off the floor, my mouth fell open, and I clung on to him with all that I had, clawing at his back, clawing at his hair, clawing at his heart.

Presley rocked back and forth, circling his hips and hitting every single sweet spot I owned.

“God, I love being inside you,” he whispered against my ear before he trapped my head between his forearms and stared down at me. His perfectly arched lips parted, letting his breaths saw in and out, and his nostrils flared as he held me, while those eyes of his searched mine like they were seeing a rare diamond no one else could see.

Six words he’d spoken to me then, and there was such a huge part of me that wished he would one day reduce that sentence to just three. The urge to say those words back to him made my throat clog with emotion. I was not going to ruin this reunion with tears.

“Kiss me before I say something I regret,” I whispered.

He did. He kissed me and swallowed all the words I didn’t want to say. He rocked back and forth, taking it slow, like a rock ballad beat of his drums, never once stopping, never once picking up pace, never once making me feel anything other than I was being adored and fucked by the hottest man on the planet.

The man who would leave me in the morning, the way I ran from him three years before.

Chapter Thirteen

Three Years Ago

Istared up at the ceiling, unable to contain the megawatt grin on my face.

Had that really just happened?

Had I really just had sex withthePresley West?

“I gave you ice,” he said, towering over me, all naked and glistening with a desirable post-sex glow.

I sat up and took the glass tumbler from him, not even asking what he’d poured me before I took a gigantic swig of it and let the whiskey-burn trickle down my throat.

“If I’d have known you were so quick to swallow, I’d have made sure I hooked up with you months ago.”

I peered up at him with innocent eyes and wiped the corners of my mouth with the back of my hand. “If I’d have known you were so chivalrous and charming, I may have let you.”

Presley bent down, his knees cracking as he placed his own drink on the floor and moved in place behind me. His legs slid down either side of mine, so my naked back was pressed to his naked chest.When he leaned back against the sofa, he pulled me with him, and I let my head roll on his pecs, releasing a sigh of contentment.

“I lied to you before,” he said.

“What about?”

“I told you I never noticed you in high school.”

“That was a lie?” I asked, glancing back to look up at him with wide eyes.

His hand slid to my jaw, and he pinched my chin between his finger and thumb. “I once watched you run the two-hundred-meter sprint on sports day, when you were forced into those cute little navy-blue sports shorts and that too-tight white T-shirt you always tried to tug down.”

“No. No, no. Please tell me you didn’t see—”

His grin exploded, and he pressed a finger to my lips. “Oh, I saw it.”

“The fall…” I mumbled against his finger, my cheeks flaming with heat and embarrassment.

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