Page 59 of Sweetest Revenge

I looked at the lackluster room with a frown.

The hotel had a sort of snowy-cabin-esque vibe that, while suited for a nice weekend getaway, was a far cry from the five-star hotels I usually picked.

And it was almost fully booked, with only one room left.

Its windows overlooked the small mountain town; it had a table and chair for working, a bathroom, and... one bed.

Contrary to what she probably thought, I didn’t pick this.

“I had my tongue on your cunt less than an hour ago,” I said in a low rumble, my gaze traveling Addi’s body. “Are you really worried about sharing a bed with me?”

Her face flushed that beautiful red again.

“This is different. This is... intimate.”

So was the pussy eating. Her first.

But I didn’t say that out loud. She might have brushed it off as just sex, but it was more than that, and I couldn’t get it out of my head.

How has not one single person she’d been with since me ever gone down on her?

Addi was so responsive and so drop-dead gorgeous that any man in his right mind should have fallen to his knees for her if given the chance.

They weren’t men. They were boys.

Suddenly, I felt the need to erase all other experiences from her mind, leaving only ours. Ones where she was lost in pleasure. Where all her desires came true.

“Go wash first,” I forced out before I made another bad decision.

She nodded hesitantly and left for the bathroom without protest.

With a sigh, I sat down on the edge of the bed, my head in my hands.

I’m so fucked.

I wasn’t supposed to be getting as involved as I was. But I couldn’t fucking stop thinking about her. About how angry I’d been when she and that Ezra kid got so close.

Even if he’s closer to her age and more suited for her.

I ran an angry hand through my hair.

That was the worst of it all. How normal they looked together. A couple no one would blink twice at.

But as soon as she and I showed up, all eyes were on us.

Regardless of our history, she was young. Some might think too young, and I had been adamant about keeping my image crystal clean. The last thing I needed was to be on the front page of all the gossip magazines because I showed up with her on my arm.

But all that became meaningless when she pushed out of the bathroom.

She was wearing a white hotel robe that was way too big for her. Her hair was wet and cascaded down her back. Her cheeks were flushed from the heat of the water.

My eyes narrowed in on the water droplets that fell down the side of her face, down to her neck, and disappeared into the V of the robe.

Fuck. Me.

Somehow, I’d forgotten that neither of us had anything to wear.

“I’ll have someone deliver us clothes for the morning,” I said and was about to get up before her naked feet brought her across the room and right in front of me.

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