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I’m soon cupping her face, then doing exactly what I said I wouldn’t…

Grabbing her around the waist, I pull her against me, then lift her over my bike so she can straddle my lap. Her sweet ass perches on the edge of the gas tank while I run my fingers into the back of her hair and fist those thick black locks.

Fuck, she smells good. She tastes even better.

Her tongue is luscious, and her tits squished against my chest feel fucking fantastic.

Winding her arms around my neck, she shifts forward and grinds against my rock-hard dick, laughing into my mouth before I realize the hellish torture I’m about to suffer because I can’t have this woman.

She’s so off-limits it’s not even funny.

It’s like I’m playing my own version of Dumb Ways to Die. Flirting with fire and expecting to come out unscathed.

Before she can send me over the edge, I wrench my mouth away from hers and pick her up again. She fights me a little, making it hard to put her down on the sidewalk. I have to get off the bike in the end so I don’t accidentally drop her.

“Stubborn little…,” I mutter under my breath.

She laughs against my cheek. “Me? Stubborn? Take a look in the mirror, dude.”

Making sure she’s steady on her feet, I let her go and move back a few paces.

Eyeing me up with a playful smirk, she points at me with her manicured nails and calls me out. “You want me.”

“Nope.” I jump back on my bike and start the fucking engine this time. It roars to life beneath me.

“Fine, Mr. Liar, Liar Pants on Fire!” she calls above the noise.

“That’s definitely not better than ‘asshole’!” I raise my voice as well.

“Well, I’ve got six days to come up with something better.”

I’m about to take off when her comment registers and I pause, turning back to face her. “Six days? What’s happening in six days?”

“That’s when I’ll be seeing you again.” She gives me a pointed look. “Sunday afternoon. At the Lido. Don’t be late.” She winks and walks off before I can tell her that’s a really bad idea.

Instead, I just sit there on the curb until I can’t see her anymore.

Pulling my bike forward, I keep going until I can see the entrance to the dorm, and I idle there until that cute ass of hers has disappeared inside.

“Fuck, I am in so much trouble.”

I can’t go on Sunday.

It would be the biggest mistake.

But you can’t not show. She’ll be waiting for you.

If I don’t show, she’ll be pissed off and hate me. That’s the way it’s supposed to be.

By the time I get home, I’ve convinced myself to stay the fuck away from Nylah. She makes me soft and vulnerable, and that’s the last thing I need. Can’t go letting my guard down. That’s the only thing keeping me safe.

Sunday is a no-go. Not happening. She’ll just have to get over it.

But her mouth. Her tongue. Her smile. Her strength. You can’t faze that girl. She’ll probably just show up at your door and call you chicken or whatever other lame-ass insult she can come up with.

My lips are curling into a smile as I open the door, ready to sneak upstairs the way I’ve done so many times before. The house is quiet, and I’m usually the last home.

But my steps falter when I walk past the archway into the living room and spot Zander sitting on the couch, the orange glow from the lamp showing me how completely wrecked he is.

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