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“Three! Two! One!”

“Fuck! Yes!” She pulls my head in just once more before a fresh flood of juice pours from her twitching hole, the muscles rippling around my fingers, her clit pulsing.

Cheers and shouts erupt all around us, but I ignore them in favor of standing, wrapping my arms around her, and holding her against me. She’s weak, shaking, and panting for breath. Red, gold, and green lights flash across her face as the fireworks begin.

“Happy New Year,” I murmur, my lips close to her ear. She smiles—lazy, a little dazed—and tilts her head back when I lean in for a kiss, eyes closing. Ready for me.

This goddess. My heart aches at the sight of her perfect beauty, the trust radiating from her. It’s humbling knowing she trusts me this way.

All of that goes into the kiss I press against her lips, my arms tightening around her warm, willing body. I’m holding the entire world here and now, parting her lips with my tongue, my heart soaring when she wraps her arms around my neck and holds me tight. There’s nothing in the world but the two of us.

And there never will be.

7

HARPER

I don’t thinkI’ve ever been this happily exhausted in my whole life.

It’s a whole new world now. I’m a different person than I was when I walked out of this hotel. The girl climbing out of the limo now, her hand in Colton’s much larger one is worlds away from the wide-eyed girl who never rode in a limo before tonight. It’s only been a matter of hours—it’s barely two in the morning—but it may as well have been years between then and now.

I lean against Colton as we cross the lobby, quieter than before but not completely dead. We’re not the only people stumbling in after hours of partying. “Is it wrong to wonder if people know?”

He doesn’t need to ask what I mean. “Unless they were there, there’s no way—though you do look thoroughly fucked.”

“Seriously?” I ask, shocked.

“You think they haven’t seen anything like that before? Come on.” He laughs gently, pulling me in a little closer, his arm around my waist. I’ve never felt so safe and protected.

I guess he has a point. There’s probably been plenty of action right here in this hotel, come to think of it.

I still can’t believe I’m here with him. He’s so handsome; the girls behind the front desk stop and watch. When I turn their way, raising an eyebrow, they pretend to be busy. “This feels like a dream,” I muse as we step onto the elevator. My feet are killing me, and I’m sore almost all over, but I’m happy. Happier than I’ve been in a long time. Like I made up for years of not having a life at all in one short night.

And I have him to thank for it, the man still standing with his arm around me. Protective? Possessive? I don’t know. I only know it feels good. And to think, I was shocked and angry when I found him in the room. But I never could have guessed how things would turn out, either.

Now I wish there was more to this than a single night. My heart sinks not at the idea but at the fact that I had the idea in the first place. This is not a man to fall for. We had fun, a lot of fun, but I need to get over it now. Right now, right this very minute, or else I could end up with my heart broken all over again.

“Bed, sweet bed.” Once we’re in the room, I sink onto it, not bothering to take my coat off before I do. What matters more is getting these heels off—I’m not used to walking in them, and my feet are starting to go numb.

When Colton catches me messing with the straps, he sinks to one knee before me. “Let me.” Even now, half-dead with exhaustion, I can’t help but thrill at his touch. He takes his work seriously, carefully unfastening the buckles before loosening the straps covering my feet and ankles, then easing the shoes away from my feet. I let out a blissful sigh, one that only gets louder when he begins rubbing one foot with his big, strong hands.

“You don’t have to do that,” I whisper, though I don’t want him to stop.

“Again, telling me what I should and shouldn’t do. Don’t you know better by now?”

He’s right. I should know better. Instead of telling him to stop, I settle into it, allowing the pressure from his hands to soothe the ache in my feet.

Unfortunately, a new ache is starting to stir. One that begins a lot higher up, the place where my thighs join. Not a minute ago, I was sure I couldn’t do anything else tonight but pass out cold.

Now, watching him take the job of rubbing my feet so seriously, on his knees in front of me… It’s intoxicating, the way the rest of the night has been.

“How are your legs? Are they sore, too?”

“Now that you mention it…” I bite back a giggle as he moves his hands further up until he’s massaging my calves. It’s magic, his skillful touch, how he applies just the right amount of pressure until I could just about melt into nothing.

“I like this too.” He goes from staring at my legs to looking up at me. “Alone, all to myself. With nobody else looking at you.”

He works his way up to my thighs, and I realize I’m holding my breath as he inches the hem of my dress higher and higher, exposing an inch of skin at a time. Soon, it’s not enough for him to only touch me. He begins dragging his lips over my skin, and there’s nothing for me to do but sink deep into mindless bliss, every touch, every brush of his lips, and flick of his tongue pulling me deeper into pleasure.

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