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They were already there.

The way Drake’s hips had swung as she’d walked away from me, the way her sweater had lifted in the back, just enough to show me that perfect, heart-shaped ass. The way her scent had gripped me, swallowing me in a cloud of coconut.

Shit, this felt fucking good.

It would feel even better if I were brushing my tip around her clit, teasing her, spreading her wetness.

The last time I’d been this drawn to a woman, I had ended up fucking wrecked. That feeling, that memory—both should be strong enough to make these thoughts of Drake completely dissolve from my head.

But even if I was uncertain about where this could go, I couldn’t dismiss how I was feeling about her.

It was too strong.

I tightened my grip as though I were entering her, and I pumped to my base, then circled my crown.

I wanted our bodies aligned again, goose bumps rising across her flesh, following each of my kisses, her nipples puckered as I breathed over them.

Licked them.

Bit them.

How her clit would harden as I pressed my nose against it, inhaling her before I gave her my tongue. But once I did, I wanted to take my time. I wanted to cover myself in her scent. I wanted to live in that intimate spot, relishing in her.

Slowly giving her a finger, and then a second one.

My hand pushed into the slick shower wall as my speed increased, my balls starting to tighten, the memory of her smile at the forefront of my mind. The sound of her laughter. The way she had tasted when our lips touched.

That ... familiar kiss.

“Ahhh,”I moaned as the wave soared through me. The tingles exploded. My hips rocked forward as I aimed toward the drain and shot my first stream. “Fuck me.” I twisted as I stroked, driving my palm across my length, draining every drop of cum onto the shower floor.“Mmm.”

As I emptied my sack, I shook my wet hair under the water and caught my breath.

Jesus fuck, what has this woman done to me?

The scalding water banged my chest and stomach, but I didn’t move. I wanted the heat to burn me. I wanted it to give me clarity.

I wanted to make sense of these feelings.

Emotions.

The agonizing awareness that something was there, and I just couldn’t grasp it.

Tonight wasn’t a mistake; I knew that much.

What I didn’t know was how Drake was feeling. How she was processing what had happened. What result she was coming up with.

This was only her second week at Hooked.

Before she closed her eyes for the night, I wanted to give her reassurance.

I wanted her to go to bed without worrying where my head was at.

I stepped out of the shower, found my phone in the pocket of my pants, and located the number that I’d saved—we all had—since her first day of employment.

Me:I can’t stop thinking about that kiss...

CHAPTER TWENTY

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