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I let out a growl at her thinking that she’s done anything wrong and claim her lips without holding myself back. It’s too rough. Punishing. I need to pull back or stop, but she claws me closer, kissing me with so much passion and eagerness that it doesn’t matter that she’s not experienced. She’s a fast learner and I think her lips are perfect. I like the way she follows my lead, opening her mouth for me, scraping my lips with her teeth after I do it to her, gliding her tongue along my bottom lip and then thrusting it into my mouth.

I slow it down before both of us burn up out here at the side of this building. There’s no way I’m going to let her first real experience with sex be outside of some seedy club where anyone could see us if they peeked into the dark.

My plan is to break the kiss, get her into a cab, and get her straight back to the hotel where I’ll do whatever she asks me to do.

It’s a good plan, but I didn’t account for the fact that I can’t stop kissing her.

We’re an explosion in the dark, and that’s before she grasps my wrist and puts my hand on her thigh.

I can’t deny her. I move my fingers up, stroking over the softest skin I have ever felt in my entire life. She moans into my mouth and runs her fingers through my hair. I’m the one who likes it long. Crow couldn’t give a shit. I’m surprised he never cut it just to spite me. Maybe secretly, he likes it that way too.

Yes, we have that. Secrets. From each other.

Tarynn’s hips arch off the brick wall and into my hand. She rides into me so hard that she traps it between our bodies.

I let my fingers play over the edge of her panties before I give her the flat of my hand to grind against. Cupping her, I realize that she’s soaked right through the cotton fabric.

She tears away, whimpering and mewling through kiss-swollen lips. Her hair isn’t nearly messed up enough. I should fix that. She’s breathing raggedly. “Yes. Please. Put your fingers inside of me, Owen. I want to feel you.”

I want that too.

I want to get on my knees, shove her panties aside, and put my tongue inside her tight heat.

I tease her just enough, stroking her over the wet fabric, but I also get my phone out of my back pocket. This time, I look up cabs in Vegas and hit the first option. I give the name of the club, and the dispatcher says that she’ll have a car there in under two minutes.

I have to tear away. Tarynn swipes her hands through her own hair, practically grinding her teeth in frustration.

I tug her skirt down gently, straighten her tank top out, and smooth my palms over the hair she’s just mussed. “Not here,” I say, like I have all the answers and wisdom in the world.

What a fucking joke. My dick is so hard that I’m going to need anti-erection pills soon.

I twist our fingers together, aligning our palms and walk with Tarynn to the front. Headlights sweep up the street and a white cab with another vibrant ad printed along the side of it pulls up.

I hold the door for her, make sure she buckles herself in, then slip into the other side. I give the driver the name of our hotel and sit back for the longest ride of my life.

I thought I’d just die a little, melting down in my own skin, my dick throbbing into infinity, my balls about to burst like overripe fruits, but nope.

Fuck me, somehow I never saw Tarynn coming.

In the dark of the backseat, to the accompaniment of the token Vegas ads that play over the car’s speakers, her hand steals onto my lap. She finds my painful erection, tucked up because it’s the only way I can fucking walk or sit or function right now. She seems confused about the direction of it for a second, but trials her fingers over my black jeans, exploring the length of me.

A little hiss fills up the car as she realizes just how long I am.

And then the whole flat of her hand comes down.

Hard.

I fucking jack forward in the seat, slamming my hand over hers and faking a sneeze to excuse the motion so the driver doesn’t look behind him or tilt his mirror to figure out what the fuck we’re doing back here.

She doesn’t ease up. She rubs me through my jeans, stroking along my whole length. It’s agony. At this rate, if I came from what she’s doing, I’d paint my own chest with an explosion of come.

I try to breathe evenly and give nothing away.

She tortures me all the way back to the hotel and as we pull up, gives me a knowing smile before ejecting herself out of herown door, tossing her hair over her shoulder, and putting both hands on her hips to wait for me.

I get her message loud and clear.

Payback’s a nasty bitch.

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