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“Fair? You could hook up with anyone in the club you wanted.”

“We both know that’s not true, hence the whole dating thing in the first place. Which means you can’t go out there, and I won’t let you.”

Seven smirks and draws himself up to his full six-three height. And he doesn’t even need to say a word to prove his point. Just try and stop me, Tiny.

“I know he wants you and you were all jealous that I was the one talking to him, but please, please don’t do it. I’m the one you’re supposed to be paying attention to, not him.” I both want the words to stop and need to get them all out there.

“Tell me this is a joke.”

I grunt. “I get that this is probably one of those things you’re not supposed to say on dates or to boyfriends and that I’m being all desperate and needy or whatever, but I don’t fucking care. Sometimes my feelings get to matter, and right now, my feelings will be really, really hurt if you hook up with him.”

“Molly, come on! You think I’m jealous over him? You think I wanted to trade places with you? Wake up you tiny, needy little man. I was jealous over you. I was jealous he was talking to you.”

“W-what?”

“Did you somehow not get that?”

“I’m going to need you to slow down for a minute.”

“Really? Because I’m not going very fast here. You’ve annoyingly got a hold on me, and the thought of you and him makes me want to tear this place up. I will gladly promise not to hook up with anyone else while we go on dates as long as you can promise the same.”

My smile fills my face. “I’m … I … Huh. Struggling to follow.”

“Then let me make it easy for you.” Seven closes the distance between us, pushes me up against the sink, and cups my face. Then his lips close over mine.

My mouth immediately opens for him, and I melt as his tongue brushes mine. All that raw, passionate power that he keeps in check pours into the kiss, making my head fuzzy as little zaps go off in my chest.

I clutch his shirt, head tipped back, as I try to kiss him with everything I have. I’m eager to show him how good I can be, how perfect. And maybe I’m scarred from past experience, but patterns don’t repeat themselves for nothing. As soon as I hook up with a guy, it’s all downhill from there. No callbacks, no second dates. I mean, hell, sometimes I don’t even make it that far.

It’s all these thoughts and more that are taking over what should be a mind-blowing moment and making me want to cry. I push the urge down and try to relax, to enjoy it. Because even though I’ve never cried on a guy before, even I’m aware enough to know that turning into a sobbing, snotty mess isn’t the way to win a man over.

And I don’t think I’ve ever been as determined to win a man over as I am with Seven.

He’s kissing me.

On purpose.

Now I need to figure out how to make him never want to stop.

Chapter 17

SEVEN

I should probably stop.

And I will.

Any second now …

The problem with that thought is every time a second passes, I promise myself just one more, and then it’s over with and on to the next. So I keep promising infinite seconds and never stop kissing Molly.

Is it my fault he feels incredible in my hands? That his small face rests perfectly in my palms and his strong tongue skims mine again and again and again.

I grunt, releasing his cheeks and wrapping my arms around him, crushing his lithe body against mine. Molly’s dick is firm and insistent against my thigh, and the feel of it has me absolutely feral.

This is the last thing we should be doing. I’d been more than happy to uphold the rules of the house that we’d all agreed to, right up until Molly showed up with his big eyes and mop of hair. He’s so goddamn tempting. Big personality in a small package. Complete sweetness undercut by that steadfast determination to find his person.

Which is another reason why we really, really shouldn’t be doing this.

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