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I allow myself a little pity party watching the two main characters find their happily ever after while I wonder if I’ll ever have my own. Maybe I’m meant to be alone. Maybe this is my karma for the mistakes I’ve made in my life. For all the times I went along with something even though I knew it was wrong. All the times I did anything just to feel wanted and important.

I let my emotions get the better of me and head to bed early to sleep these feelings off. Tomorrow will be a better day.

Chapter 14

Kai

I must be hearing things. My mind is playing tricks on me, surely.

All the lights are out in the house when I get home from the wedding, so I’m trying to be quiet and not wake Willa. But when I hear the sound again, I know I’m not imagining it.

It’s my name.

At first, it sounded like a whisper, but the further down the hall I get, the more it sounds like a moan.

Someone is moaning my name. And not just someone. . . Willa. Willa is moaning my name in her bed.

I stop outside her cracked-open bedroom door and listen, feeling like a creeper, but she’s in my house, moaning my name.

“Kai.” There it is again. Her breathy voice shoots straight to my cock. I don’t know what I’m doing or why I’m doing it, but I peek into her room.

It’s dark, but I can just make out her silhouette from the moonlight filtering through the blinds. She’s kicked her blankets off, her back arched slightly off the bed. And her hand is moving. . . by her pussy.

Fuck me. She’s moaning my name while she rubs her clit. What the fuck am I supposed to do with this information? I can’t ignore this. I can’t unhear how needy her voice sounds saying my name, and I can’t ignore the pulse in my cock begging me to release it from these tuxedo pants.

Without thinking, I push the bedroom door open, the squeak of the door alerting Willa to my presence. Her hand stops, and her body shoots up. She grabs the blanket to cover more of her body, telling me that she must be bare down there if she’s trying to hide it from me. I find myself wishing it wasn’t the middle of the night so I could see how gorgeous she looks.

“Don’t stop on my account,” I say, my voice thick with lust.

She stumbles over her words, unsure how to respond. “I. . . I am so sorry. I didn’t think you were home. I wasn’t thinking.”

“You said my name.” It’s not a question. I heard it.

“Yes,” she whispers, almost like she doesn’t want me to hear her admission.

I take a step toward the bed. I’m thinking with the wrong head right now. I should leave. The smarter decision would be to go to my room and relieve myself. I should leave Willa alone with her fantasies, keeping them just as they are—fantasies.

But I can’t. I want to know what she’s thinking. I want to know if her pussy is wet because she’s thinking of me. I want to know what she sounds like when she comes.

So, instead of doing what I should do, I ask, “What were you thinking about?”

“Oh, uh, nothing,” she lies. I know she’s lying. She wouldn’t be moaning my name like that if she wasn’t thinking of me doing something to her.

“Tell me,” I practically growl. She sucks in a breath at my tone. I don’t have the patience for her lies tonight. I’ve had to deal with them for the last decade. She owes me the truth now, and she knows it.

“You were, um, touching me,” she says nervously.

“Where was I touching you?”

She hesitates, so I take another step toward the bed. “My pussy.”

Fuck.

“Show me. Show me what I was doing to you.” A part of me wants her to tell me no. I shouldn’t be in here. I shouldn’t be watching her. I shouldn’t be hard. I shouldn’t want her. But I fucking do. I want her, and it’s driving me insane. So while the right thing to do would be to tell her never mind and walk out this door, I don’t do that. I sit at the edge of the bed, where I’ll have an excellent view of her pussy if she spreads her legs for me.

She stares at me, probably trying to figure out why I’m here and why I’m asking her to do this. But whatever she sees on my face makes her lower the blanket. She leans back against her propped-up pillows and spreads her legs wide, giving me a full show.

My heart stops, and I’m pretty sure I choke on my own breath. Yeah, I’ve seen other women, but no one I’ve longed for like I’ve longed for Willa. No one I know I should stay away from but can’t seem to physically do it.