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Danger thrills in my veins.

I fuck Mary harder, rougher, chasing that sweet edge of oblivion. Her nails scrape at my shoulders through the fabric of my jacket, and I wish the material weren’t there, longing for her touch to reach my skin.

She tears her mouth from mine, panting. “Connor, please.”

“Shh.” I lick the shape of her collarbone, nipping at the delicate skin. “You’ll come for me like a good girl, won’t you?”

She whimpers, nodding frantically. I can feel her inner walls starting to flutter and clench around me, the telltale sign she’s close.

I reach between us to rub tight circles over her clit. “That’s it, Blue. Show me you’re mine.”

She stiffens in my arms, a broken cry escaping her as she shatters around me, and I silence her with a kiss.

Seconds or Minutes tick by.

Breathless, I lean my forehead against hers. She’s still trembling in the aftermath, soft little aftershocks running through her.

“You okay?” I don’t know why, but I’m always scared to overdo it with her. Scare her away.

Her lips curve into a smile, soft and sated. “I knew it would work.”

I keep Mary’s legs around me, my cock still inside her but obscured through her long dress. She clings to me, her head resting on my shoulder. No one sees us as I walk down the empty hotel corridor, the thick carpet muffling my footsteps. After this I have to make sure the footage disappears.

At the door to our room, I swipe the key card through the lock and push through the door, slamming it behind us and pinning her against the hardwood. My mouth claims hers again as my hands roam lower, squeezing her ass. She moans and arches into me, her fingers tangling in my hair.

I let her down. “Take the dress off.”

She reaches behind her back, unzips the dress, and lets it pool at her feet.

Fuck.

She’s flawless. Perfect. And she’s mine.

I stalk towards her, shrugging off my jacket and unbuttoning my shirt along the way. Her gaze follows my every movement, pupils blown wide with lust.

“You know. The last time I was in a hotel room, I had a sex dream about you,” she blurts out. “It felt so real.”

Chapter 27

Connor

I freeze in place, my shirt half unbuttoned.

It was the night I went down on her while she was half-asleep.

Fuck. What do I do?

Tell her the truth? Keep up the lie?

If I tell her, she’ll hate me. She’ll never trust me again. But if I don’t, I’m deceiving her even more. Deceiving us both.

“That wasn’t a dream, Blue,” I say.

Her eyes snap to mine, confusion and something like fear flickering in their depths.

No, Blue. Please.

“I’m sorry,” I say.

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