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His head is thrown back, eyes squeezed tightly shut, chest rising and falling in rapid succession.

Robbie is a beautiful creature on his own.

Robbie coming? It’sbreathtaking.

He sags against the booth and I fall against him, exhausted.

“Get off me, you’re a mess.”

“You’re the one who made me dirty.”

“I like it when you get dirty,” he murmurs quietly in my ear. “Getting you dirty is my favorite thing to do.”

“You’re a horrible influence on me, Robbie. I would have never done this before you.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Yes, but it’s also thebestthing. You’re…” I blow out a shaky breath. “You’re that thing I never knew I wanted until I had it. You’re fun and adventure and temptation all wrapped into one, and I want to give in to you so badly.”

We both know I’m talking about so much more than what’s at the surface of my words.

I’m not just talking about giving in to the impulses he awakens in me.

I’m talking about giving in to what he makes me feel.

Love.

“Then give in.”

The words.

Hushed.

Whispered.

Pleaded.

“I already have.”

Twenty-Three

Robbie

She didn’t haveto say it.

I know.

I know because I feel the exact same way, which is real fucking crazy when you think about.

There are so many logical reasons why we shouldn’t be falling in love, but love isn’t logical, is it?

Her breasts are heavy in my hands as I pull the cups of her bra over her exposed chest. It kills me to cover such a beautiful sight, and I want nothing more than to strip her completely naked and fuck her into tomorrow, but we’ve already pushed our luck enough.

We’re damn fortunate no one pulled back that curtain and caught us.

She works her shirt up over her arms and snaps her jeans closed as I tuck my half-hard dick away. I reach down and grab her jacket, passing it to her.

“You might wanna use this to hold in front of that mess you caused. I have a spare shirt in my saddlebag that you can put on once we get back to the parking garage.”

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