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I’ve always wanted to ride a bull. My knees bracket his hips and I rest my hands on his shoulders.

He grabs my ass and tugs. My nipples harden as our chests collide. I don’t hesitate to kiss him. The tension between us explodes like fireworks on the Fourth. He tastes savory and robust, like an expensive wine I could never afford. He growls and grabs the back of my neck, taking my mouth with his.

There’s nothing tender in his touch. The hand on my ass keeps our torsos connected while our mouths attack each other.

Chapter sixteen

Jayce

Ithought this would be a simple kiss to satisfy Madyson. A way to scratch the itch Emmet creates. But it’s more.

As soon as his lips touch mine, my body seeks to conquer him.

He tastes like mine. I don’t have any other words to describe it. He tastes better than the richness of sage and sandalwood. I run my nose along the column of his throat, wanting to taste him everywhere. There’s no way I’ll ever be able to resist him.

I’m out of my mind with not just him but her. Madyson’s arousal produces the same scent she had the day I met her, which burns in my memory. I’ve been chasing that scent for years. It’s come close but never a perfect match like tonight.

I press him close and it’s not enough.

We have too many clothes on. I’m desperate for his skin to rub against my chest.

I grind my erection into his, and his moan is indecent. Madyson’s breath catches and I reach for her, dragging her next to us. When she’s plastered against us, my hands return to Emmet.

He’s the magnet, pulling me willingly along for the ride.

We’re dry humping like teenagers, and Madyson runs her fingers through my hair. I open my eyes and Emmet’s lashes fan out on his cheekbones. Her hands play with his hair too.

As if he senses me watching, his eyes pop open. I’ve never kissed someone while we’re staring into each other’s eyes. But I can’t look away. It’s so intimate and I see every fleck in his brown eyes. They’re not a solid brown. There’re flecks of gold and a light brown ring around the darker iris.

His hand snakes between us so his palm rests on my throat. My eyes roll back without my permission. Now I’m groaning, pressing forward into his hand. He squeezes and my entire body goes up in flames.

The apartment has to be on fire from the way we ignite. He changes the angle of his head and our tongues battle for control.

I suck his tongue like I can leave a mark on it. His hand flexes and my pulse hammers at his mercy. I want to destroy him with my body.

His hard planes and powerful muscles grind against me. His back ripples with his motion as my hand digs under his shirt, seeking his bare skin.

It’s too much and not enough. I haven’t come in my pants since an unfortunate incident in college.

But I can’t stop touching him, aching to take his clothes off.

Madyson and I haven’t discussed this with each other or him.

We need rules.

An NDA to protect my job.

“Stop,” Madyson’s low voice commands. She can tell I’m spiraling.

But Emmet must assume she’s talking to him because he wrenches free of my grip, falling backward out of my lap, landing with a thud on the floor.

“Oh my God.” Madyson slides off the love seat to help him up, but he sits and puts his head between his knees. “I wasn’t talking to you,” she says with horror.

“Baby Girl, give him a minute.” I need more than that to figure out what just happened. He can’t be in our lives, but when he’s near, he takes over my senses.

I’ve never had such an extreme reaction to a man.

With Madyson, I was gentle and careful. Pursuing her slowly because she’d never been with two men.

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