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“Only because you were too pussy to make the first move.”

I laughed. “I was building up to it.”

She arched a brow. “For five years?”

“What can I say?” I pulled her closer. “I had to be sure.”

“Of what?”

“That you wouldn’t run.”

“And now you’re sure?” She watched me closely. “Now you trust me?”

“Yeah, Molloy.” Nodding slowly, I leaned in close and brushed my lips against hers. “I trust you.”

“Wow.” She expelled a shaky breath. “I think that means more to me than when you finally admitted that you love me.”

“How’d you figure?”

“Oh, please. You’ve been in love with me since forever. It’s so obvious,” she replied without a hint of self-doubt or shyness, and I fucking loved it. “But I was never sure if you could ever truly open yourself up in that way to anyone.”

“Not anyone, Molloy,” I told her. “Just you.”

“You know I’ve got your back, right?” she said, hands moving under the hem of my shirt to press against my bare stomach. Her nails gently scraped my skin, causing an immediate response from my dick as she leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to the curve of my jaw. “I am so down for you, Joey Lynch.”

Snaking one hand up to cover the tattoo on my chest, she used the other to move the hand I’d been resting on her hip to her tattooed ass cheek. Leaning back, she looked me right in the eyes and whispered the words, “Ride or die, Joe.”

Fuck me…

A shiver rolled through me, and I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing her ass and dragging her body roughly against mine. “Ride or die, Molloy.”

Her lips crashed against mine, and it was in this very moment that I knew I would never be able to untangle myself from this girl.

Not in this lifetime.

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Bambied

AOIFE

“We’ve…talked…about…this.”

“I know, I know…” Moaning, I tried and failed to keep my thighs open as I balanced precariously against the side of a fancy cast-iron, oval-shaped bathtub with my back bowed and my arm stretched out to grip the other side of the tub. “I’m sorry, I just…uh, I can’t!”

“You have to.” With one leg hitched over his shoulder, Joey knelt on the floor, with his face buried between my thighs. “You’re going to…strangle me.”

“Stop talking, Joe. I’m so close,” I cried out hoarsely, back arching when I felt his tongue flick my clit. “Oh, Jesus!”

“Molloy,” he growled, reaching up and pushing my thigh away from his head. “Spread these goddamn ladders for legs.”

“No!” I wailed in despair as the feeling I had been chasing quickly receded. “Why would you do that to me? Why would you stop?”

He glared at me. “Ah, maybe because I require oxygen to breathe, and you’re choking the very fucking essence of my being out of me with your legs.”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Ignore them,” I instructed, breathing hard, as someone knocked on the door. “This house has more than one bathroom.” Frowning, I added, “And I thought you liked my legs.”

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