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Suddenly, I was feeling tired. Maybe that whole exhaustion thing was kicking in? Brad barked a hello in the phone, sounding very rude. I whacked his arm. You don’t answer a phone like that!

He rolled his eyes at me, knowing exactly why I hit him.

“What, Andrea?” he said into the phone.

Oh. It was her. I sighed and pushed his hand off me and got up. I did not want to overhear his conversation. She most likely was waiting for him and wanting to know where he was. It wasn’t like Brad to not be at the club.

I was surprised he left it to begin with.

I picked up the menu. Okay, I had my order. I went to the iPad which was in the room and placed my order. I jumped when his arm wrapped around me.

“I’m with someone, Andrea, so don’t wait for me.” He pulled me back to his chest. “I don’t know if I’m coming back tonight.”

Was there a chance I could convince him to stay with me? Sharing a bed with Brad. That would have to be the highlight of my week. After the shit week I’d had, I would love nothing more than to have him here for the night.

I turned in his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck. I went up on my toes and kissed his cheek. I wondered what I would have to say to convince him to stay.

I pulled my lips from his cheek and he was quick to turn and dip his head and kiss my lips. As soon as his lips touched mine a spark flooded my body. I loved Brad and him kissing me meant a hell of a lot more to me than being healthy.

His lips were soft and welcoming. I wanted more, so I slowly ran my tongue along his bottom lip, hoping he would deepen the kiss. He didn’t though; he pulled away and flooded my body with disappointment.

“I’m with someone important, Andrea.” He was still on the phone. Right. I had forgotten about that. “Yeah, it is a woman.”

I tilted my head; was he calling me important?

He held my eyes. “Yes, more important than you.” He meant that, too. I heard it in his voice. I was stunned. He thought I was more important than his somewhat girlfriend?

He didn’t mean that. “You can go, Brad.” I unwrapped my arms from around his neck. I didn’t want him getting in trouble with Andrea over me. I wasn’t important. He had got that wrong. Andrea was way more important than me.

He didn’t have to stay out of obligation.

“Seriously, go,” I whispered to him. His eyes were locked on me and I went to step out of his embrace but his hand pushed me back into his chest.

“Actually, I’m not coming back tonight. I’m staying with her,” he said determinedly and held my eyes. He was serious right now. “Yeah, I am picking her over you. You’ll get over it.”

My eyes widened. “Don’t do that, Brad!” I whisper-yelled at him.

I could hear her yelling at him.

“Brad, take that back!” I gave him some advice. You don’t piss off a woman like Andrea and get away with it. “Tell her you didn’t mean it!”

“Yeah, I did mean that, Andrea.” He ignored me completely. Was he stupid? He looked at me again. “Yeah, she is.”

I was what? Was he talking about the important thing again because that was a lie. “Tell her you didn’t mean it,” I repeated. “And I’m not more important!”

His hand moved up my back. “She is fucking beautiful. So you’re wrong.”

What was he playing at? I frowned up at him, not understanding. And then he kissed my cheek. I was somewhat shocked by what he had just said. He just called me beautiful. Compared to the women he was used to like Andrea, I did not make the cut.

He kissed my shocked lips. I didn’t automatically kiss him back. He wrapped his arm around me and lifted me up, walking us back to the table and sitting me on it. His lips didn’t break from mine. I could still hear her yelling at him.

He didn’t seem to care. Then my shock was gone. And the situation I was in registered in my head. My hands went to his vest and I started to pull it off. He was kissing me gently and soft and slowly. I was the desperate one. I was the one picking up the pace. He let me push his vest down one arm and then he let me push it down the other, moving his phone from ear to ear while being yelled at by Andrea.

His vest dropped to the floor. His mouth moved off mine and I groaned as soon as he pulled away. Then his lips were back on me, slowly going down my neck. I arched my neck, enjoying this way too much.

He was way more experienced than me. His reached his mark and he kissed it at first and then started to suck, like he was marking his claim on me again.

God, I wanted him to claim me. But he was way out of my league. I knew I looked older than I was, I was mature for my age, but I had a feeling those two factors wouldn’t factor into him claiming me. He just wouldn’t do it. I knew that, but a moan still escaped my lips as he sucked harder.

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