Page 22 of Pretty Obsessed

“Because you were with someone and then—” He trailed off and shrugged. “He thinks you were using me.”

“What do you think, Emory?” I let the taste of his name settle on my tongue. There was poetry to him. Woven softly into the strands of his movements. Elegant, and he had no clue.

“I think I don’t care what you were doing the other night.”

“Do you want to kiss me again?”

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Emory Ker

“Yes.” So simple and complicated.

I’d run away the second River turned his back yesterday. I’d bolted. I was a coward. Who just…makes out with a random guy at a club while he was getting a blow job? Not me, that’s who. But I was already addicted.

I was at a sex club, and I’d seen a lot of things, but these things were all prearranged scenes and shows. I worked there because I could focus, but the lifestyle wasn’t for me.

I had never even hooked up with a stranger. Welp. I had now. Virtual stranger. If you could call what I’d done hooking up. I was glad I’d done what I’d done, but all of it felt too surreal. More intimate than a hook up. I’d tasted his lips as someone else had made him come. He’d gasped into my mouth. I was throbbing thinking about it. I’d said goodbye to Octavius and booked it. There was no way I could have faced him last night, and now I was sitting in front of him and he was asking me to kiss him again.

I’d wanted to be the one blowing him yesterday. Didn’t mean it was a good idea.

“Come here.”

Was I really going to do this again, knowing where it would probably lead?

I was. I leaned closer so our noses were nearly touching, clutching the drink to my chest.

He took the drink out of my hand and set it aside. “I want to kiss you again.”

“I’d like that.”

He kissed me.

Slowly.

Tentatively.

Testing.

Incandescent.

The chemistry came rushing back. Indescribable, and I was a writer.

His hand found my throat but it wasn’t harsh. He was keeping my mouth to his, closing off my escape. I had no intention of escaping. I wanted to be here.

I wanted him more than I’d let myself realize last night.

It was over too soon, without the gasp this time. Without the satisfaction of knowing he’d come while kissing me. I wanted those things back as well.

“You are incredible.”

He was going to set me on fire with words.

Every sentence he uttered had me turning a deeper shade of aroused.

His silver tongue would be the death of me.

“You’re pretty spectacular yourself.”

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