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My blood chilled. That line told me he’d killed. That he was guilty of the very thing I was talking about. “Who are you to decide the innocent or guilty?”

His chin lifted, and he stared me down. “If it comes down to someone like you being threatened by someone like them, I’m going save you at any cost.”Even their lives. He didn’t say it, but I could practically hear it.

“I’m not innocent.” I whispered the words, guilt, and shame filling me. “My life isn’t worth more than anyone else’s.” My father’s money didn’t make me more worthy of saving than anyone else. I’d done my fair share of bad things. Maybe not as bad as killing someone, but I’d made my own mistakes

“You know, there’s someone you should meet. You’d get along with her.”

I bristled. Was he offering for me to meet his wife? Girlfriend?

“My best friend’s wife has very similar views as you, but you’re quite different.” He studied me carefully as if searching for my reaction.

But it didn’t matter. I wouldn’t be around long enough to make a new friend if he was taking me back to my father.

“Thank you for helping me make new friends, I guess?” I liked meeting new people, but I’d never had a real, true, honest to goodness friend before. I’d had friends in the sense that I had people to waste time with or get wasted with. People to make bad choices with, go clubbing with, sneak out of the house with. But no one I truly trusted. No one I thought would help me if my father ever lost it.

That’s why no one knew my plans. That’s why I hadn’t trusted anyone with where I was going or what I was going to do when I got there. Because they weren’t real friends. They were people I knew that also happened to want to waste time like I did.

He shrugged. “No pressure. I just think you guys would get along on a lot of points. How is your ankle?”

I’d forgotten about it. But more importantly, nobody had ever thought about me like that. As a human being, that might need friends. And it dawned on me that he didn’t see me as a paycheck. He did see me as a person.

“I think it’s okay. Would you mind looking at it?”

Maybe there was hope yet. Maybe I’d get through to him after all.

Maybe he wasn’t a bad guy.

And maybe this spark between us was real.

He moved out of his chair and knelt at my side, checking my ankle with gentle fingers. “Let’s let it rest without ice for a few. The swelling has come down. How is the pain?”

“A lot better. I’d forgotten about it.” I smiled in embarrassment.

He was so close. So close, we were only a few inches apart. His eyes locked on mine. I glanced at his lips, then threw caution to the wind, leaned in, and pressed my lips to his.

10

Draco

Her lips on mine were warm and sweet, and they parted as if in invitation. My tongue met hers, and she melted into me. Her mind begged me to do more, to take her, to bend her over this couch and fuck her senseless.

And damn it all to hell, I really wanted to.

“Please don’t stop,” she whispered against my mouth as if she felt me drawing away.

With a growl, I pushed deeper. My tongue swirled around hers, and she moaned softly into my open lips as I kissed her.

Her hands pawed at her clothing, freeing herself of her tee-shirt. I backed off as her bra followed. Perfect white, milky tits met my eyes and I lowered my head to suckle one, then the other with the thirst of a dying man.

Her fingers tangled in my hair as she gripped my head. I released her nipple with a satisfying pop and watched it rock back into place, the pale pink nipple now red and plump. She tasted delicious, and I thirsted for more of her.

I lifted her back onto the couch and unbuttoned her jeans with impatient fingers before wrenching her zipper down. Yanking her pants down her legs, I buried my face in the white cotton panties covering the part of her I wanted the most.

Her sexy damp scent hit me like a mean right hook to the face, and I nestled between her thighs, inhaling her and loving every moment of it before tracing my tongue up the wet valley at the center of her over the cloth barrier between us.

Her sweet and tangy flavor met my tongue along with the clean taste of her panties, and I growled in frustration before yanking the underwear. They shredded in my hands as I focused on the heart of her, the part of her I wanted to bury my fingers, tongue, and cock in.

She gasped loudly as her panties ripped apart in my hands, and I let them fall to the floor like feathers from broken wings.

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