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Now, it’s my turn to moan.

“Fuck, yes, baby,” he pants. “I love your little sounds. I love hearing how I make you feel.”

It feels good, too good, amazing even. It’s never been like this before, and I don’t know whether the difference is Hollis making sure I’m comfortable and enjoying myself or our chemistry, but I’m thinking it’s a mix of the two.

He can feel my body relaxing, responding to his touch. I feel like liquid and the only thing keeping me from slipping away is him.

He slides out further this time and back in.

“More,” I beg brokenly. “I’m ready.”

He stares at me, unsure.

“Please.”

It’s the only word he needs to hear.

CHAPTER14

HOLLIS

Some time later I blink open my eyes, my surroundings coming into focus. I smile at the sight of Mia’s naked body curled against mine. Her fist is pressed beneath her chin in sleep, her breaths light and airy, with lashes fanning against her cheeks. She looks peaceful, completely at ease, and I can’t help but hope she still feels that way when she wakes up. If she regrets it … fuck, it’d make me feel guilty, miserable, absolutely pathetic.

I reach over her body for my phone on the floor where it fell out of my pocket, doing my best not to disturb her. She makes a squeak of protest but doesn’t rouse. I manage to get my fingers onto the phone and scoot it closer until I can fully grab it.

I lift it up, squinting at the time.

That can’t be right.

I stare at it longer, my eyes widening in horror. There are less than fifteen minutes until nine—nine when I know Hayes arrives to get settled before we come in around ten.

We have to get dressed and out of herenow.

“Mia,” I whisper, pushing her long red hair off her face.

“Mmm?” she hums, not opening her eyes.

“Mia, baby, you’ve got to get up.”

Baby.I’ve never ever called a woman baby before, and while the word feels foreign on my lips it feels right for her.

“Duntwunttu,” she slurs, sounding drunk on sleep.

“Mia,” I say firmer. “Your dad is going to be here any minute. We have togo.”

Those words snap her awake. She sits straight up, her eyes threatening to pop out.

“Shit,” she curses, and looks like she’s about to cry from panic.

She climbs off the couch and I follow suit. We scurry around, hurrying to dress in our discarded clothes.

She spies the trashcan in the corner and hisses to me. “The condom.”

“What about it?” I ask stupidly.

She glares at me. “What do you think my dad is going to think if he sees a condom in the fucking trashcan?” She looks like she’s about to crawl out of her skin.

“Jesus Christ,” I hiss, because she’s right. “I’ll deal with it—you make sure everything is in order.” It should be, but I can tell from the way she’s panicking giving her something to do will ease her mind a bit.

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