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Not anymore. I don’t want to be anywhere in the world but here with Greer. Helping her win this case. Watching out for her to make sure she’s safe. Pretending to be her man so the press will back the fuck off her. Spending time with her. I’ll take her anyway I can get her.
I think about Greer as a wife, taking care of a few kids.
Fuck.
I need to stop thinking about these impossible scenarios with her.
It has to end.
But not tonight.
I tug Greer closer to me and sweep her hair off her neck. I breathe her in, and I can’t get enough of her intoxicating scent.
She smells like coconuts and sin.
I lower my lips to the side of her neck, and a shiver runs through her.
“Not there,” she says, sitting up straighter, brushing me off.
I lift my head and stare at her. “What was that?”
“I have this spot on my neck that drives me wild.”
Noted.
And now my dick is a rock.
All I can think about is getting my hands, mouth, and tongue all over that spot.
I get close to her skin, and whisper across the spot I touched earlier, “Got it,” I whisper, and she shivers.
“I can’t believe I’m here with you like this.”
“Like what?” I ask her, my head in a fog.
“Like this. I always thought you viewed me as the annoying little sister you never had.”
I recline in my seat, allowing myself to sink back as I fix my gaze on hers. She’s alluring. “Greer, trust me, I don’t think of you like that.”
A delicate blush gently colors her cheeks, like the soft, rosy hues of a sunrise, and I want to kiss her there. Kiss her everywhere. I need to rein it in.
“Good. Because I’m not a child anymore. As you know, I finally got my boobs.” She laughs lightly.
My chest pinches at her throwback to the conversation we had so long ago. The night I told her she had me. God, how she has me. But I can never have her.
Because that’s not in the cards for us.
I don’t think it ever will be.
My heart rate kicks up, its rapid beats echoing in my ears like the pounding of distant drums, while I struggle to draw in a deep, steadying breath. The dizziness returns. Fuck.
“So, what should we do?” she asks, changing the subject, but I can barely hear her.
I need a distraction from the anxiety suffocating my system right now. Fuck, I’m being selfish, but a large part of me wants to explore this with her. I want to see what she’d look like if she were fully mine.
I’m an asshole for thinking this way, but I can’t help it. I can’t breathe, and these thoughts are the only thing making me feel better.
I suck in a deep breath, pushing the anxiety away. “Do you trust me?”
