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“You better come fast,” I growl. “You better soak your panties for me. I can feel how horny you are. Come for me. Come hard.”

“What if I c-c-can’t?” she whispers.

“You can. Just listen to your body. Don’t overthink it. You’re too goddamn ready not to cream for me. I can feel how badly you want it.”

“You can?” she moans.

“I can read your body, and right now, you’re giving me all the damn signals.”

Her hips move like she’s giving me a preview of what it will feel like when I’m on top of her, driving my dick between her mouthwatering legs, deep into her body. She’s bucking her hips just like this, grinding against me, like she’s trying to massage the come out of my dick.

Finally, she gasps, biting down on my shoulder again. I can feel the orgasm surging through her by the pressure in her bite. She bites hard toward the end, most likely leaving a mark. I’ll cherish that like a tattoo, like a battle scar.

She falls back, a few aftershocks making her legs jiggle sexily for me. Then she sits up andslamsher hand against my chest. Her cheeks are red, but not in the usual cute way. She looks ready for all-out war.

“What thefuckis wrong with you?” she hisses.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Sophie

I glare up at him, feeling like there’s a cocktail of emotions inside of me. My lips try to shape into a grin, so I hopefully make it into an angry expression instead. All my dreams just came true. Well, notall, but a lot. My clit aches from where he was rubbing against me, my folds feeling weirdly swollen, my core pulsing in time with my heartbeat. Everything tells me to do that again but go further this time. Instead, I squeeze my hand harder against his chest, telling myself it’s so he can feel how mad I am. It has nothing to do with feeling his muscles again, his power.

“Why did you do that?” I snap. He smirks, which makes me want to kiss him again, making my voice even louder and more angry. “Anybody could’ve seen us!”

I stand up, shoulder my camera bag, my body screaming to do it again. It’s a weird sensation, like my body is talking to me somehow, but that’s exactly how it feels. My body is telling me to throw myself at him, instincts pulsing deep within. I can’t bemad about this. It’s what I’ve been waiting for since this crush started.

He stands, too, staring down at me.

“Well?” I snap. “Aren’t you going to say something?”

“I lost control,” he says fiercely. “Welost control. I understand why you’d be mad. We shouldn’t have done that, but don’t act like it was goddamn one-sided.”

“You’re supposed to be the mature one, remember?” When I slice my hand through the air in anger, he catches my wrist and pulls me up against him. “L-let go.”

“Say that like you mean it,” he snarls, looking more intense than I’ve ever seen.

“Idomean it,” I say.

But I can tell he doesn’t believe me. I don’t even believe myself.

“I guess this is another notch for you, anyway.”

I pull away from him and turn back the way we came. Luckily, there’s still nobody around this particular area of the beach. To think I was lying in the sand, in heaven, my body pulsing as he rubbed obsessively between my legs. What if somebody had walked by, aimed their camera, and got a snap of theFame Warriorsmaking a serious mistake? That’s what it was. I have to believe that—amistake.

“Another notch?” he snaps, walking next to me.

It’s difficult to storm away when his legs are so long, his stride so wide.

“You heard me,” I say.

“Stop being so damn bratty.”

I glare at him. “Maybe that’s all I am. A nineteen-year-oldbrat. Get used to it.”

He smirks. My lips twitch, almost making me smile. I purposefully look anywhere but at him. It’s the only way to stop myself from smiling. We turn the corner from the golf club and come back into view of the main part of the beach where there are several people, dog walkers, and couples. One couple walks right by us. A few minutes earlier, they would’ve seen.

“You’re more than that,” he snaps. “What did you mean, another notch?”

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