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Cassie grips the sheets as her legs start to shake. I press my thumb against her clit as I thrust my fingers deeper. She comes hard, her pussy pulsating around me as she soaks my hand.

I groan and roll us over, pulling her up to straddle my hips. Cassie plants her hands in the middle of my chest as she sinksdown onto my cock. She takes it slowly at first, rolling her hips and teasing me.

“Stop being a damn tease and take my cock like the good girl we both know you’re not.”

I grab her hips and pull her down onto me. My cock is buried to the hilt as she leans back and braces herself on my thighs. Her nails dig into my skin as she rocks her hips.

I thrust up, driving myself deep into her. After waiting for her since we were eighteen, I know I’m not going to last long. Four years of hoping to get her on my cock was four years too many.

Cassie’s moans fill the room as I circle her clit, driving her closer and closer to the edge of another orgasm. My cock throbs as my body tenses.

“I’m going to come,” she says, rocking her hips faster. One hand leaves my thigh to cup her breast. She rolls her nipple between her fingers while I continue to stroke her clit.

“Come for me, Cassie.”

She does, and I’m a goner. I groan and slam into her, burying myself in her as I come. Cassie rolls her hips, drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible before she falls to the bed beside me.

The second her head hits the pillow, and she looks over at me with a satisfied smile, reality comes rushing back.

This has all been one massive mistake. I never should have touched her.

I’ve ruined us.

CHAPTER 3

CASSIE

The other side of my bed is cold when I wake up in the morning. I run my fingers over the burnt orange sheets, feeling the cool material. There is no lingering heat from where Tyler should have been last night.

I sigh and sit up in bed, leaning back against the tufted dark green headboard. As I comb my fingers through my hair, a pit opens in the bottom of my stomach.

Last night was too good to be true. He toyed with me just like he toys with everyone else in his life.

Though I should have seen it coming, I didn’t. We’ve been friends since we were eighteen. We started Gilded Cage together. There were long nights spent talking about our hopes and dreams for the future.

I thought that I knew him. Not once did I think that he could hurt me the way he hurts everyone else.

Stupid girl. I should have known better.

It’s better this way. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself as I stare out at the sunrise. We never should have slept together in the first place. I don’t even know what came over me last night. I just knew that I was tired of fighting my attraction for him. I gave into that single moment of weakness.

I bite back the tears that blur the very edges of my vision. Tyler doesn’t deserve another shattered piece of my heart. Not anymore. He got what he wanted and then he left. He made the decision easy for both of us.

Maybe I should be thanking him for that.

Except, when I look over at the pictures that surround my vanity, I know there is no way I will ever thank him for abandoning me.

Pictures of us in college smile back at me. Things were so different back then. I wish that I could go back to that simple time just so I didn’t have to get out of this bed and face him.

My phone starts buzzing from somewhere on the floor. I groan and toss the sheets back, getting out of bed to search for it. I finally find the phone beneath Tyler’s shirt from last night. The scent of his cologne and cigarettes lingers on it as I pick it up.

Even though I should toss the shirt into the hall for him to get later, I fold it and put it into one of my drawers.

That weak part of me still can’t let go of him and I hate myself for it.

I grab my phone and check the messages. Most are from Ben and Matt, asking how last night went. I don’t have the energy to lie to them right now. Not when I have to figure out how I’m going to look them in the eyes later.

I put our future in jeopardy by sleeping with Tyler.

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