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“I wouldn’t have missed it,” she says, rising to her feet too. She wavers for a second, probably from the rush of blood, but steadies herself and starts ambling down the hall toward her room. I wait until I hear her bedroom door click closed before I take Milo out for a quick walk.

Once he’s gotten his bedtime treat and is settled on his bed in the living room, I go upstairs. I strip off the tuxedo and dress clothes underneath, then hang them up in my closet. They’ll need to go to the cleaners, but that can wait. I should probably take a shower after being out dancing and walking around, but I’m honestly too tired, so that will have to wait too. I’m down to my boxers and peeling back the comforter to my bed when a soft knock on the door startles me.

“Did you need something?” I call, almost afraid to open the door, but Becca doesn’t answer.

My heart thuds heavily as I stride over and open the door slowly.

Becca is standing there in nothing but a nightrobe that’s very loosely tied. She stares at me, her face full of heat, and something sparks immediately inside me—because I already know where this is going. Her eyes fall to my feet, then slowly climb all the way up my mostly naked body until they meet mine again.

We stand there, eyes locked and tension crackling, for what feels like forever. Then she throws herself at me, and her lips crash into mine. All her inhibitions must have gone out the window because her hands tear across my body, taking big handfuls of any patch of skin she can find. They work their way down to the band of my boxers, but when she tries to yank them down, I grip her by the wrists and pull my mouth away from hers.

“Becca,” I whisper, resting my forehead against hers because as much as I know we shouldn’t do this, I still can’t pull myself away from her entirely. I want her so badly, more than I could ever admit, but I can’t take advantage of her when she’s drunk like this. And that’s exactly what’s going on.

She looks up at me, distressed. “Don’t you want this?”

I wince because holy shit. OfcourseI want it, but not like this. “That’s not the issue.”

She scrunches her eyebrows at me. “Then what is?”

I sigh. “You’re drunk. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Oh,” she says, and drops her hands to her sides. She turns like she’s going to do the walk of shame back to her room, which kills me to see, but she hesitates before turning back to me. “Well, we don’t have to do that. But can I stay? With you, I mean?”

I should tell her no. I know I should. The refusal tingles on the tip of my tongue, desperate to come out. But I can’t do it.It’ll break her heart, and that’s the last thing I want. So instead, I sigh and nod.

“You can stay.”

She smiles and walks back into my room. “Thank you,” she says as she climbs under the sheets. I lie down next to her, and she cuddles up against me, her back to my chest. I wrap an arm around her protectively, willing my body not to react to the intensity of having her so close and so willing. It tortures me not to be able to touch her the way I’m dying to, but I’m determined not to take advantage of her. We’d both regret it.

Silence settles between us for several moments, until Becca starts dragging a fingertip up and down my forearm.

“Maybe I shouldn’t say this,” she whispers. “But I want you so badly.”

Again, my body tenses, and I grit my teeth to keep from saying anything that might get me into more trouble than I can handle. But she keeps going.

“I think about you when I touch myself,” she breathes, her voice low and husky. “About the way you fucked me that first night.”

My pulse thunders in my ears, and I can feel myself start to harden against her. I take several deep breaths to calm myself down before I speak.

“I do too,” I whisper hoarsely in her ear. “All the fucking time.”

She turns in my arms to face me, giving me a frustrated look. “Then why won’t you fuck me?”

I stare into her eyes, my entire body thrumming with simultaneous desire and resistance, then kiss her as chastely as I can manage. “Get some sleep. You need it.”

She doesn’t seem satisfied with that, but she eventually sighs and turns back over, nestling up against me again. Probably because of the alcohol, it doesn’t take more than a few minutesfor her to drift off, confirming I made the right choice—as impossible as it feels.

But I know I won’t be getting to sleep anytime soon.

Chapter 22

Becca

Theo plants kisses up the side of my neck while he holds me against him, making me shiver. His body is hot and hard behind mine, and he lifts my leg over his, taking me by surprise. But it’s nothing compared to the shock and thrill that race through me when his swollen cock head finds my folds from behind.

“Yes,” I whisper, more begging than anything. With another kiss on my neck, he pushes into me and forces out a long, stuttering groan with it as he fills me. It’s still shocking to me just how big he is, but it feels incredible. The sensation alone starts a burning in me, but when he reaches down between my legs to toy with my clit, I feel like every nerve ending in my body lights up.

This is everything I’ve been craving for weeks.

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