Page 122 of Perfect Pucking Match


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“Absolutely fucking nothing.”

And with that, I crash my lips on hers.

Lottie lets out a little moan the second our lips meet, our tongues wrestling with one another like they have been waiting for this moment for way too long. I grab the nape of her neck while snaking my arm around her waist simultaneously, placing my hand at the small of her back just to eat up any distance that remains between us.

She tastes like pure heaven—sweet and decadent.

And when she bites down on my bottom lip, I swear I see stars, my cock straining against my zipper, begging to have a taste of paradise too.

And as our kiss deepens, everything else starts to fade away.

The softness, the warmth, the electric connection between us, is fucking intoxicating. I’m so drunk by desire that Ialmost imagine this might be the beginning of something—the beginning of us.

And when she moans out my name and hikes up her leg on my thigh, I have half a mind to pin her against this very wall and claim her as mine.

Fuck, I want her so bad.

But to bitter disappointment, our ardent kiss comes to an abrupt end when the bathroom door swings open. Lottie jumps back as if startled, rushing to fix her hair and skirt back to its rightful place before whoever walks out realizes what we were doing out here.

I try to do the same, but the person who walks out the door isn’t fooled. By the look on his face, he knew exactly what we were up to.

But then again, looking at Trent smugly walking out of the ladies’ room, tucking his shirt back into his pants, his hair completely disheveled, it doesn’t take a genius to see that he’s been up to no good, too.

Having been caught in the act, he blanches for a split second, but when his eyes narrow on my face—with Lottie’s red lipstick still on my lips, no doubt—and then glances over at Lottie—who is still wrestling with taming her own disheveled hair—he squares his shoulders, fixes his spine, and walks ramrod straight.

“Wilder.” He nods at me. “Charlotte.” He nods over at Lottie.

“Sir,” I greet, mirroring his casual tone.

“Trent,” Lottie says with the same taint in her voice.

“Lovely evening, isn’t it?” He smiles and then proceeds to strut down the long corridor towards the party like nothing ever happened.

He’s still walking away when I turn toward Lottie and open my mouth to ask her if she wants to continue ourconversation,only to be interrupted by the woman that Trent had locked himself with in the bathroom.

“Piper!” Lottie gasps with her eyes wide. “What the,” she adds, looking dumbfounded, her gaze bouncing off Trent’s retreating form at the end of the corridor and then back to her best friend.

“Lottie?” Piper stutters, but when she sees me standing beside her, she quickly pulls up her sports agent mask. “Wilder. Glad you came tonight.”

Even though he’s not here, I can almost hear Caleb’s voice jokingly say, ‘And by the looks of it, so have you.’

I really need to stop hanging out with him so much.

He’s a bad influence.

“Let’s go and grab a drink,” Piper says, hooking her arm around Lottie’s and pulling her away from me. “We have a lot to talk about.”

“Okay,” Lottie agrees far too quickly for my liking.

“Enjoy the party, Nathan!” Piper waves, not even giving me a second thought.

But the little, pained smile that Lottie throws at me over her shoulder as she’s pulled away by her best friend is all the confirmation that I need to know that this is not our beginning.

This is our end.

Chapter 27

Charlotte

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