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I love seeing every emotion I feel through her gaze as I thrust in and out of her pussy. Her bright eyes watch me passionately as I take what I need.

What she’s giving me.

Her body shudders. Her pussy fits me like a glove.

Tight.

Wet.

Warm.

I can come right then and there, but I want to feel more of her. Gripping her waist, I slam in and out of her, getting as far as I can inside her.

“Yeah, Brooklyn, just like that.”

She lets go, almost taking me with her. Hugging around her neck, I kiss her, Our mouths fuse, unable to get enough of one another. It seems like hours pass, and the whole world is left behind us.

If only we can be so lucky.

“Ronan…” she moans. Her pussy pulsates around my shaft, clamping down hard.

It feels so good. I thrust in and out a few more times until I can’t hold back any longer and lose myself deep inside her.

CHAPTER7

Brooklyn

My fingertips play along my lips, and my body heats instantly at his memory. I quickly put my hand back in my lap and glance around.It’s not like anyone in this café courtyard will know what I’m thinking, but the very thought of that kiss from Ro feels like a sin, and I will be judged for it.

My lips, my throat, every little bit of me.

He kissed me like I was his to do with what he pleased, and I fucking loved it. He’s lucky I didn’t smack him, though, and that his arrogant ass left before I could wrap my head around what had happened.

It’s either I’m truly fucked up for loving this tension with him, or it’s some kind of avoidance of reality. Like I’m into Ro just so I can deny what we did was wrong. I imagine my old therapist, who gave up on me, would say something like that. I’m not sure exactly what she’d say, to be honest, or what buzzwords would come out of her mouth. I know what I’d tell her, though.

My body is at war with logic and reason, and my heart is a treacherous bitch.It’s that simple. I’m fucked.

My phone dings with a text message, and I don’t have to wonder who it is.

Aspen:You said you’d call.

Brooklyn: I will.

Aspen: I’m freaking out, and I don’t understand.What the hell is going on?

I leaveher on read and try not to even think about the fact that no one else has messaged me. They all know. They’ve all seen. But no one else has messaged me. A tingle makes my fingers go numb as the server sets down a cup of tea in a porcelain saucer, complete with edible flower petals floating on top.

I get it. Things like this are a trickle and then a flood. They’re waiting to see the fallout. I’ve been here before.

It’s to be expected, I tell myself, then have another sip and pretend it doesn’t hurt. Instead of thinking anything at all, I look up and take a deep breath.

The high-end café is gorgeous. I love the energy and ambience of all the colors and patterns in the room. Not to mention, all the people enjoying their day like I’m still desperately trying to. Except I can’t. I’m about to meet my father, and I know it will cut the last string I’ve been holding on to today.

I try to focus on the ambience and allow the good vibes to take over until I’m distracted by the server again. After thanking her, I pluck the petals out like the little menaces they are and imagine they’re each one of those little bitches who are absolutely talking about me behind my back rather than to my face. The back of my eyes sting, imagining what they’re saying, but I honestly can’t give a fuck at the moment.

Although I’m grateful it hasn’t been leaked to the press.

Yet.

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