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“You’re so fucking soaked…this isn’t enough, is it? You’re going to need me to fill you up. You’re going to need my cock completely inside you.” He lifted his eyes up to mine again. He looked like he owned me. His shirt was still on, the dark tee bunched at his biceps, his hair a mess from my fingers, and those lips glistening under the low lights. God, I wanted this to last forever. To always remember him this way. Whoever he was. Elias something.

My mouth went dry as he bent toward me once more. This time he pushed my hips up and moved his finger down my slit all the way, toward the tight bundle of nerves in my ass, and then, sucking my clit into his mouth, he pushed his finger into that tight space.

I moaned so loud I thought someone might come break down the fucking door.

“I’m coming, oh my god, I’m coming.” I closed my thighs around his face as I rode out the best climax of my life.

If he was this good with just his fingers and his tongue, what would it feel like when he…

He sucked me into his mouth with a ferocious intensity, wrapping his arm around my hips so I couldn’t move. I bucked against him until my toes stopped curling and the white lights stopped sparking behind my eyes.

“Holy shit, that was…” I finally sagged back to the bed, bringing my forearm to my forehead. He stood, unbuttoning his jeans, and suddenly reality barreled back into me like a freight train.

Holy. Shit.

I almost had sex with him…I can’t believe…

“Wait…I just…I have just a few more questions.” I rose to my elbows, placing my hands on his chest. I belatedly realized mine fell in heavy gasps. I wasn’t against repaying the favor as far as orgasms went, but I would not be crossing into coitus territory.

He froze, his hands on his zipper, his eyes the color of moss on a sunny day, staring down at me.

When I didn’t say anything more, he took a step back. His eyes narrowed like he’d returned to the puzzle table, giving it one last go.

“What kind of car do you drive?”

It came out as a whisper, just barely audible to my own ears.

I crinkled my eyebrows while that green flecked gaze studied me. “That’s sort of an odd question.” I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear then licked my lips.

“Just humor me.” He gripped his erection through his jeans. My eyes darted there and my core heated, ready to push past all the reasons I had not to get into bed with him.

What had he asked me again? My mind tried to grasp it, but it felt like oil. Had that orgasm left me braindead? For a stupid moment, I considered this little romp lasting past this night, like he was trying to get to know me—as Mallory, not Taylor. Worrying my lip, dragging the bottom one between my teeth, thinking it over…I finally let out a small laugh and fessed up. “A shitty Honda.”

He seemed to stop breathing. He literally stared at me like he’d seen a ghost. His face paled, and his body went totally rigid.What in the hell?

“Shit.” He finally moved, covering his face with his hands. “Why are you here? Where is Taylor Beck?” he briskly asked, putting as much space between us as he could.

“Wha…what do you mean?” I hesitated, sitting up and covering myself. My nerves rattled and jangled like a billion of Hillary’s loose bracelets. I was so confused. How did my car have anything to do with this?

“Taylor Beck was supposed to be here tonight…you’re not her.”

He knew that by the type of car she drove?

“Nice to see that you know who you’re fucking before you get your dick wet,” I grumbled, getting to my feet. Why was he being such an ass about this?

“Fuck, this can’t be happening. You’ve ruined everything.” He tilted his head back and let out a frustrated sigh.

He gave me one last look before heading to the door.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” My voice went up an octave, like I might be on the verge of tears. I probably was, but this asshole…Dammit.Why did I care? Why was I suddenly that girl who felt jilted by the guy who was only here for sex?

“Go out and stay to the right, you’ll see a door in the back where you can sneak out. You won’t have to see anyone, and you can just head home. We’re done here.”

My mouth opened to say something, but he’d already opened the door and walked away.

Chapter Seven

“What the fuck happened?”Kyle yelled at me the second my truck pulled into my mom’s driveway. Three hours on the road and still it had done nothing to calm the storm raging inside my chest.

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