Page 65 of Wicked Sin

When she wobbles up and off me, reaching for my cock, I cover her hand. Stilling her. “I’m good.”

“Come here, don’t be an orgasm martyr.” She gives me a loose, wanton smile that turns me inside out.

I don’t want to be any kind of martyr when it comes to her, and yet here I am, pulling up my swim trunks.

Her smile falls away as realization dawns in her eyes. “What?”

“That’s enough.”

“Oh.” She grabs at the towel I’m sitting on, and I get up, letting her cover herself up. “Okay, well, thanks for the orgasm.”

It’s too bright, too sharp.

“Taylor—”

“It’s fine.”

“Itisfine. It really is. We went too far, but that’s okay.”

“We didn’t gotoo far. Well, maybe you think we did, but I asked you if it was okay. Iasked you, Luke. Fuck, this was a mistake.” She’s shaking now. “Oh, God.”

“Taylor, breathe.”

She’s crying now. I’m a fucking asshole, and I’ve yanked the rug out from under her, which I didn’t mean to do. And God fucking damn it, my brain is still scrambled, and I can’t think straight.

“Don’t tell me to breathe,” she mutters.

“I—”

“Damn it, Luke, you don’t get to pretend that you didn’t want this.”

“Want? Yes, I fucking want this.” I grab her hand and press it against my covered-again cock, still thick and heavy for her. “Don’t doubt that I want you. It’s just complicated.”

“How is it complicated?”

Howisn’tit complicated?

But she asked if it was okay. I said yes.

Fuck.

“Never mind.” She shakes her head, jumping up. Still naked, barely covered in a towel, bikini abandoned on the floor.

She’s gorgeous and angry, and I don’t know where this went sideways, but I’ve ruined what could have been a really good moment of escape for us both. And I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry sounds empty. Itwouldbe empty because I’m not sorry I pumped the brakes.

But now I’ve rejected her like everyone else, caused her the same pain as everyone else.

Just another asshole who has hurt her.

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Taylor

The next morning,I wake up to the quiet click of my bedroom door.

A hot cup of coffee is sitting on the bedside table.

Stealth caffeine deliveries would be cute if someone wasn’t trying to avoid me.

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