Page 44 of Play the Part

“What about people?”

“Whataboutpeople?”

“You don’t believe that some people you’re just,”—she looks up at the ceiling before her gaze lands back on me—“meant to meet? That no matter what happens, you were always destined to have them come into your life?”

“Like your ex?”

I regret the dig immediately, but Connie just rolls her eyes, letting out a large puff of air. She drops her feet to the floor and bends her knee flat on the seat so she can turn to the side and face me.

“Like Jamie?” she continues, her tone slightly annoyed while waving her hands animatedly. “Like, Like —”

Her cunt squeezes. Flutters. Pulses. My thrusts are hard, my cock sliding in and out. Fucking her. Fucking Connie. My mind turns hazy. I’m burning up. My fingers dig into her thighs as her eyes stare back at me through the mirror. Her mouth is open. A moan slips out. I pull out. Flip her over and lift her up onto the sink. I catch her lips with mine one last time before it’s over. One last time before this inevitably ends.

“Like me.”

It’s not a question.

Her hands drop to the armrest between us, her eyes bouncing back and forth as she stares back at me. She chews on her lips as the silence turns into a perfume of unspoken desires.

If I can feel it, I know she can feel it, too.

“Like you,” she whispers.

I don’t second-guess myself before placing the bottle of tequila at our feet and leaning across my seat. I catch her bottom lip before she has time to protest.

The kiss isn’t gentle.

It’s lethal.

Pulverizing my universe into a million little pieces.

Connie wants this just as much, her lips parting for my tongue as easily as I remembered.

She lets out a small whimper as if she was waiting for this all along. As if she’s been thinking about my lips just as much as I have hers. My head is spinning, and it’s sure as hell not the tequila.

Her fist twists around my collar, pulling me closer. I feelcrazed, my hands on both sides of her face as the kiss deepens and intensifies. It turns into a promise of her naked body against mine. I’m practically crawling out of my seat just to get to her.

Then, she pulls away.

“Huxley, we can’t,” she says.

Her eyes are wide as she pants, trying to catch her breath.

I don’t give up so easily this time.

“What happened to everything happens for a reason?” I rasp as I try to kiss her again.

But she pushes at my chest, and I fall back into my seat with an irritated sigh, dragging a hand over my face.

“This is a mistake, and you know it,” she says.

It almost sounds like a plea as if she’s hoping I’ll believe her bullshit just like she’s trying so hard to do.

“A mistake,” I repeat, laughing dejectedly. “So I guess all your woo-woo bullshit doesn’t apply here.”

She says my name again. This time, I hate how it sounds on her lips.

“Hux, please.” She takes an anxious inhale. “Don’t be mad at me. I don’t want this to ruin what we were finally managing to build.”

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