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“Are you sure?” I open my thighs to give him room. “Maybe I should be the judge of that.”

“Never, Smitten. I saw you first.” His eyes glow in the darkness of the bedroom. There’s nothing personal in his place. It’s like he’s a visitor in his own home.

He bends down and sucks my nipple into his mouth. And all thoughts of whatever he was talking about disappeared. I don’t care about anything but this moment and experiencing it with him.

His hand slides between our bodies until he touches my clit. The lightness of his stroke is sensual as he twirls his finger around the sensitive nerves.

When he pinches the flesh between his fingers, I wiggle my ass into the hard mattress. Even though I’ve come five times and every muscle in my body is sore from hours of lovemaking, I don’t want to pass up the opportunity. This one night is all we have. Tears spring to my eyes, and I hastily blink them away. I can’t afford to fall for him. Kansas City is a stopping point to please his friends, and I can’t leave here.

His tongue slides and slips lower until he’s feasting on my sex. The slow and steady onslaught of my sex is excruciating. One second, he brings me closer to release; the next, he scurries away and the tension eases to a slow drumbeat.

We don’t speak as he slides two fingers into my pussy and sucks my clit between his teeth. The room remains dark, but the sun will peak over the horizon within the hour.

The first tear slides down my cheek and lands in my hair. This was not supposed to happen. I’m not supposed to care that I’ll never see him again. I’m not supposed to want to tell him my name and beg him to ask me out.

He presses down on my abdomen with his free hand, and with the other, he curls his fingers and lashes over my G spot until I can’t think. All I want is release.

Chapter Eight

Monday Morning

Kinsley

For the last ten minutes, I’ve stared at my reflection in the mirror. I still look the same. Brown hair. Blue eyes. High cheekbones. Nothing is different. Yet nothing is the same.

Two days ago, I snuck out of Leo’s bed and walked halfway down the block before calling for an Uber. It was stupid to wait out on the street in a neighborhood I didn’t know, but I couldn’t stay.

If I did, I might not go.

The cool breeze had blown my hair, leaving it a tangled mess. And when a big burly guy stopped and rolled down his window, I’d about pissed my pants.

But I’m safe, and I still look the same. Everything is good.

Liar. Nothing is good. I have a meeting with the board in thirty minutes, and there’s no way to prepare for what new angle they’re attacking me from. Each month has been something new.

I inhale and steady my shoulders. I’m strong, and I’m in control. I’m sober and not hung over. I can handle this.

Buzz.My heart skips a beat like it does every time my cell phone beeps.It’s not him. He doesn’t know who you are. Remember?

Ann: Don’t let them get to you. You’re stronger than that. Love you, Girl.

My heart swells with happiness as some tension eases from my shoulders.

Me: Thank you.

Ann: How was the guy?

My heart beats like a bird is trapped inside of my chest.

Me: What guy?

Ann: That good?

Stupid. That was dumb. She knew I was going after him. Why did I pretend I didn’t?

Me: I’m sorry. I was trying to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal. Yes, it was that good.

My finger hovers over the screen.

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