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I stare, drinking in that expression. I shouldn’t care if she’s enjoying it. I shouldn’t want her to enjoy it. This was what brought Chase and Hunter down.

This is what’s going to bring me down, too.

It doesn’t matter, though. I’m too close to climax now, and even the thought can’t stop the pleasure from ratcheting up until I’m spilling inside of her. I keep playing with her clit, wanting to feel her get off on me.

She’s fairly quiet still, but I listen for all her soft gasps and hitches of her breath. Her eyelids flutter, and she tightens even more around me. She has to be close.

“Come on,” I whisper, kissing along her jaw. “I want to feel you come.”

Mimosa laughs softly. “Better work harder, then.”

The laugh goes straight to my cock, and it starts to stir despite just having come. I don’t know why. I don’t fucking understand it. But I keep kissing and nipping along her jawline, to her ear, while my fingers circle her clit. “Tell me where,” I tell her raggedly. It’s fine if I’m telling her what to do, right? It’s not really like she’s ordering me around.

“More pressure,” she says. She squeezes my shoulder and lowers her hips again.

My cock is oversensitive, and I’d have pulled any other woman off me already—but stopping here isn’t an option.

I give her what she wants, pressing down harder, circling more insistently. I just want to feel her clench around me, to give me something in exchange for all of this fucking confusion and downright misery that’s putting such a buzzkill on my pleasure these days.

She makes a new sound, more desperate, and her mouth parts. I feel her inner walls ripple around me. A sense of triumph floods into me, especially when she slumps forward against me.

I wrap my arm around her, pulling her close, and fight the pleasure-pain of her release around me. I’m so oversensitive now, but I like this. I like her on top of me, wrung out because of what I did, even though it wasn’t from pain.

For a long moment, I sit there in silence. I don’t know what to say now any more than I have before, and I wait to see if she’ll say anything.

Mimosa slowly sits up. Her bright orange hair is clinging to her sweat-stained face. Her makeup has smeared. I left red marks all over her neck.

She’s fucking beautiful.

“We’re going on a trip tomorrow,” I blurt out. “To the shore.”

Her eyes widen a fraction. “Okay,” she says.

No smile, no hint of what she thinks of that.

It threatens my mood, and I almost snap to take it back. Instead, I swallow down my anger and nod. “Okay,” I echo. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up and get to bed.”

Because I can’t stay awake and deal with this much longer.

CHAPTER 15

Mimosa

Drake gives me a dress, sensible sandals, and a cute sweater to match the dress. Surprisingly, there’s a pair of leggings too.

I hold those up and glance at Drake. “You’re okay with me wearing these?”

“I wouldn’t have put them there if I wasn’t,” he grumbles. “It’s gonna be windy. I don’t want to hear you complaining about your legs being cold.”

That’s strangely sensible coming from Drake. I get dressed, glancing at myself in the mirror once I’m done. I look good, and everything matches my hair.

I match Drake’s outfit too, I notice.

It’s a strange thing to see. I’ve never thought of him as particularly fashionable, but thinking back, he does seem to put pride in his appearance. Matching outfits, though, are a little amusing.

And a lot weird.

“Are you going to behave?” he asks, pausing with his hand on the door.

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