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“You’re such a good girl,” I grunt between thrusts. “Taking my cock like this.”

“I love it.” Her nails rake over my scalp. “And I love when you call me that.”

I draw back enough to see her face. “You love being my good girl?”

“Yes.” Her voice is a breathy tremble, her cheeks flushed. She holds my gaze as she begs, “Say it again.”

“My. Good. Girl.” I punctuate each word with a deep thrust that makes her mouth open around a silent moan. Then I drop my mouth to her neck and suck on her soft, hot skin, my hand finding her ponytail and tugging. “Are you going to be a good girl and come for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, I’m—” That’s all she can get out before I feel her clamp down on my cock, shaking and shuddering in my arms. Watching the pleasure wash over her face sends me over the edge too. I plant myself deep inside her, crushing her to the wall as my orgasm rips through me and I fill her.

“Ouch.” Violet’s laugh brings me to my senses and I reluctantly withdraw from her, setting her down onto shaky legs.

“Are you okay?”

She rubs her shoulder and guilt lashes through me when I see the red mark left from where I had her pinned against the brick.

“Shit. Look what I did to you.” I brush a thumb over the skin, then press my mouth to it in a soft kiss. “Fuck, I’m sorry, baby.”

“I don’t care.” Her eyes are glassy, her mouth curved into a dazed smile. “That was…” She shakes her head as she gazes up at me. “I’ve never had sex like that.”

I chuckle as I stroke a hand across her flushed cheek. “I swear, I didn’t come out here to do that.”

“I’m not complaining. We should end every workday this way.”

My face drops to her shoulder as I gather her into me, imagining a life where I get to do exactly that. Would it ever be possible? Is there a world in which I get to be with her and keep Rich as my friend?

“I need a shower,” Violet says, laughing as she squeezes her legs together to hold my seed inside her.

I like that thought, a lot.

I take her hand and turn to head back inside. “Let’s clean ourselves up and get some dinner.” I’m tempted to join her in the shower, but then I know I’ll never leave the damn house, and I want to take her out.

She lets out a happy sigh as she follows me. “Sounds perfect.”

I press a kiss to the back of her hand, then head up the stairs, leaving her to get ready. As I shower, I force dangerous thoughts about the future from my head. Now is all we have, and that’s enough.

It will have to be.

28

Violet

“Tell me again why we’re here?” I glance at Sadie, shielding my eyes from the midday sun. I’d planned to spend Saturday in bed with Kyle, but when Sadie told me she’d be in Brooklyn Heights, I knew I couldn’t blow her off. I’m not sure if I should tell her about Kyle or just let it run its course during the next two weeks while Mom and Dad are out of town. Nothing can come of it, as much as I might want it to, so it seems pointless to even mention it to her.

Sadie motions to the store in front of us: a white-painted brick building with the words ‘Books Are Magic’ in bold script above the window. A line of people snakes out the door onto Montague Street, with us bringing up the rear.

“We’re here so I can get these signed.” She holds up a stack of romance novels, explaining that local author, Tessa Bailey, is here doing a book signing. “She writes thebestsex scenes.”

“Nice,” I murmur. Sadie keeps talking, but I’m not listening—my mind has strayed to my own sexy scene in the garden with Kyle yesterday. We had a lovely dinner last night, and even more delicious sex, but there’s something about the way he fucked me against the garden wall that afternoon, all sweaty and dirty and desperate to have me, that makes me shiver. And God, the way he spoke to me, the things he said…

“Um, hello?”

I blink, focusing my attention back on Sadie. More people have joined the line and Sadie has moved up a few steps, her head cocked in amusement as I hastily shuffle forward.

“What’s going on with you? Thinking about work again?”

“Not work, no.” I cringe, staring down at the sidewalk as my cheeks heat. I’ve hardly thought about work at all since the Rogue Valley concert, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel guilty. This project is supposed to be my top priority, but to say I’m distracted is an understatement, and since Kyle finally gave in and let me into his bed… the house could have burned down around us and I probably wouldn’t have noticed. This isn’t like me at all.

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