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“It’s an excellent college, and the fact that I’ll graduate from here will open doors for me. I need a good job. I’m still taking care of my sister.”

Guilt punched me in the gut, but just as quickly I remembered that Wynter had cost memysister. Fury roared to life inside me, and I smashed it into a box, compartmentalizing it while she was here. I wished the guilt was as easy to shed, but it even haunted me in my dreams.

“You?”

“Football. My chances of being drafted are thirty percent higher if I play at Whitmore. Scouts fucking love the university.”

Wynter stifled a yawn and took a deep breath. “Quinn?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I like you, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.”

Son of a bitch. This girl was catching me off guard every time I turned around.

I placed my feet on the floor and ignored my instincts when I sat on the edge of my bed. “Why are you confused?” I wanted to touch her, but a deal was a deal, so I grabbed the stress ball off the nightstand in order to keep my hands busy. My gut clenched when I saw the pain in her blue eyes. A pain I knew all too well.

“I don’t know that confused is the right word. The man I’ve seen so far, I like a lot. But … I have a past, and I’m terrified when you find out about said past, you’ll never want to talk to me again. I’m not sure I can handle that. If I walk away now right now, it ends, but it doesn’t end with you hating me.”

I sighed. I was playing with fire and about to get scorched. Suddenly, I wanted to absorb her hurt and reassure her that I already knew her worst, yet here I was, falling for her.How can I fall for the girl who was responsible for my sister’s death?

“What if we make the best out of our night together, then tomorrow you can decide if you want to walk away?” I reached over and set my glass next to hers on the nightstand. “You have to say it, though. You have to tell me that I can touch you and call off our bet.”

“The bet’s off.” Tears filled her eyes, and she blinked them away. “One.” Her voice was soft, vulnerable. “I can give you one last night.”

A part of me realized that I could crush and ruin her right now, but my offer wasn’t just for her. Sometimes a lie is easier to digest than the truth.

Onenight. Then …

Chapter25

Wynter

Sexual tension swirled, igniting the air between us, and my senses heightened while my pussy begged for Quinn to touch me.

With a heated gaze, he peeled the blanket away, and I shivered under his intense stare. His eyes moved over my curves, my heart thrumming in anticipation. Every inch of me craved him, yet I knew that if I gave myself to him there was a chance I wouldn’t be able to walk away.

One night,then it’s goodbye.Little liar!

I reached up and pulled Quinn down to me, our mouths meeting and our bodies colliding. His fingers slowly trailed up my side, and I sighed when he broke our kiss to nip at the sensitive skin on my lower belly.

“Lift your hips.” He pushed my miniskirt up, then moved the damp fabric of my G-string aside. Our gazes locked for a moment before his tongue explored my most intimate place, sending waves of pleasure rushing through me. I gasped while he ravished me, worshipping me as if he knew it was our last night together.

It is.

I writhed beneath his mouth and dug my fingernails into his shoulders while my world exploded, losing myself in the euphoria.

“I need to see you.” Quinn’s voice was hoarse as he pulled off my panties and tossed them onto the floor. With skilled fingers, he flipped open the snap on my skirt and tugged it down until it was at my ankles. I kicked it off, unconcerned about where it landed.

“Sit up.”

Apparently, Quinn was a man of few words in the bedroom. He grabbed the hem of my lace shirt and lifted it over my head, then he removed my tank top. My nipples hardened against the chill in the air. His mouth lowered, teasing one taut bud between his teeth as he moved me to the mattress.

“You’re beautiful.” His pupils darkened while he paused, his eyes roaming up and down.

There were no longer any clothes to protect me from his powerful gaze, and I felt exposed and … timid.

Our lips met once more, and his tongue eased into my mouth as his finger slid into my slick center. My hips rocked against his hand, echoing the building pressure in my body. His tempo increased, and my breath caught in my throat.

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