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My eyes slid shut and I released a cry. “Zander!”

“I love it when you sing for me.” Zander’s eyes flashed toward me, a darkened gleam in them.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. All I could do was endure his skilled tongue melting away all my hesitation as I leaned back against the wall. I propped a thigh on his shoulder as he kissed me like this would be his last meal and he intended to savor every bit of it. Nice and slow. Languid and firm. I needed this more than ever as my fingers lodged into his hair. My mouth fell agape as I started to twitch.

Zander was on his feet quicker than I would’ve liked, undoing his pants and picking me up effortlessly. Once we were together, joined into one with my legs locked around him, keeping him in place, we groaned out in a combined melody of pleasure.

We had to make it fast, and I hated it, wanting it to last forever. I would never get tired at the feel of Zander inside of me, of him wanting me, needing me, worshiping me.

I clawed at his back when I was close, biting on my lip to keep my whimpers at bay. His own muffled gibberish was buried in my neck.

It was a race, it felt like, one where we came in first together. As much as I wanted to linger against him, resting and breathing in sync, I didn’t make a fuss when he released me and took a step back.

“There’s a bathroom in this room.” I suddenly noticed a door to my right leading into a private bath.

Zander picked up my skirt. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

Just the sight of him near me made me want to forgo the party all together and hop into bed.

I accepted my skirt. “I’ll use that bathroom, you find another.”

Zander pouted, coming closer and kissing me softly, chastely, deeply, before reeling back and meeting my eyes. “I…I’ll see you downstairs.”

I let him leave the room before I pulled myself together and freshened up in the bathroom. His stutter kept replaying in my head. Had he been about to sayI love you? I was still questioning timing on my end, whether or not it was too soon. It didn’t matter, though, as I knew I loved him more and more as each day passed.

Out in the hall, I breathed a sigh of relief on a job well done. It felt like we’d just committed an illustrious heist, or some other secret caper—

I jumped at the sight of Jolie rounding the corner up ahead of me in the hall. In fact, I froze all together.

The closer she got to me, the more her perfect smile broadened. “Bathroom?”

It took me a second to figure out what she meant. The guilt from my hookup already sinking in. “Um, couldn’t find it.”

“This place feels like a maze, right?” Jolie chuckled before going and trying the scene of the crime, almost at once turning back to me. Could she tell? “Nope, that’s not it.”

She went on in search of a bathroom and I quickly went back downstairs and out to the party, desperately in need of some fresh air. She wassopretty up close in person.

Zander was nowhere in sight, leaving me to believe he’d caught up with Remy. I let it go and decided to go and grab me something to drink. With my accidentally bumping into his ex still fresh on my mind, I was suddenly hot and parched.

There was a bar under the portico at the pool patio and seeing the colorful iced drinks was tempting me to try one. I made my way in front of the bartender and ordered me an Electric Smurf.

The cup had just touched my hand when a figure saddled up beside me.

“That looks good.” Jolie came and leaned against the counter casually, smiling my way before flagging down the bartender and ordering the same thing.

I took a sip of my drink. “It is good.”

Jolie angled her head. “You have wonderful taste.”

Something told me to walk away, but like an idiot, I stayed planted where I was. “Thanks.”

The bartender gave Jolie her drink and she stirred its contents with her straw before leaning close. “I think we should talk.”

“About what?”

Jolie eyed me funny. “Don’t play dumb, Bianka. Woman to woman, we should talk about Zander.”

“I have nothing to talk about.” I started to walk away, soon way too aware that she was following me.