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I don't appreciate anything the way I do when I'm with Violet.

I slide my arms around her waist and pull her body into mine. "You did it."

"I did."

"Violet Valentine, Master of Mathematics."

"Master of smoky eye." She points to her cocoa eye makeup. "I think Mom was happy I toned it down."

"Your mom is happy you got your master's degree."

She smiles. "Yeah?"

"You really doubt that?"

She shakes her head. "No, I know she is. It's overwhelming how supportive they are." She looks up at me. "And you being here… Thank you, Ethan. I… God, we really fucked this up last time I was graduating."

"Yeah, we did. Me especially."

"But me too. Both of us. I'm glad we got past it. I love you so much. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I love you too."

I press my lips to hers. I mean it to be a sweet kiss, but my body has other ideas.

I dig my fingers into her hips and hold her body against mine. She's soft and pliable, and her kiss is hungry.

She needs this as much as I do.

More even.

Her mouth parts for my tongue. Her hands dig into my hair.

She wants to give herself to me.

Fuck, how I want to take her.

Need to move this somewhere private or I'm going to take her right here, against the hotel's marble wall.

Violet pulls back with a sigh. "It's a million miles back to the apartment."

"Ever come in a taxicab?"

She blushes.

"A limo?"

She shakes her head.

"Good thing we have a room." I point to the hotel next door.

Her eyes light up. She drags her hand to my palm and squeezes tight. "Okay, I'm not smooth. Hurry up. I need to fuck you." With her free hand, she tugs at my tie. "It's wrong how hot you look in your suit."

"Is it?"

She nods. "You look like the kind of guy I'd bring home to meet my parents."

"We just had dinner with your parents."

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