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“No time,” she repeats, choking on the words as she maneuvers herself to fit the tip of me against her slick folds. This is a bad idea. Such a bad idea. And I don’t know who moves first, but with one determined thrust, I’m inside her, and we’re both groaning at the sensation. She’s burning hot, and my dick pulses at the surrounding heat. I pull back, but her ankles lock under my ass, pressing me forward.

“Fast,” she murmurs into my neck, taking small sips of my skin. My hands cup her ass, holding her against me, as I increase the pace to match her need. We sprint to the finish line. Grunts and groans. Slick skin slapping. The thud of her body against the door. The desire to release a burning fire ripping through each of us.

“Harder,” she purrs, nipping at my skin like when she bit me earlier, but not as fierce, not as intent to break me.

“Gorgeous.” The endearment strains in my voice, letting her know I’ll give her whatever she needs.

“I want to feel it,” she whispers near my ear, and I shiver at the plea. My hips have never moved so fast. My dick slides in and out of her sweet cunt, setting a pace I’ve never achieved before. The friction is divine, the heat of her enticing; I feel the clench of her channel and then sweet relief. I jet off inside her like I know I shouldn’t. It isn’t supposed to be like this—unprotected, wild, near obscene—and still be fucking perfect. Literally.

My heart races in my chest, ready to burst through my ribs. The pressure practically hurts as reality sets in. She’s still pinned against me.

“Did you come?” I ask, lifting my head and feeling like an ass for asking. I’d been so into how she made me feel, made me lose my mind, that I hadn’t thought about satisfying her first.

“Get off me,” she says in a low voice so cold, so distant, so hurt. I pull back instantly, and when my dick leaves her body, a suction sound mixes with our haggard breaths.

“Did I hurt you?” Dear God, what just happened?

She doesn’t speak as my seed slips down her inner thigh. I reach for the release, hoping to clean it off her when her delicate fingers wrap around my wrist.

“Don’t,” she says, her voice shaky.

“What just happened here?” I ask, swiping a hand through my chin-length waves, feeling a bit shaky myself.

“I made you have sex with me,” she answers, pulling up her jeans and fastening them back into place.

Sex? That was an out-of-body experience. That was beyond infinity. That was...

“Wait? Did you enjoy that?” Again, I sound like a wuss. Of course, she enjoyed it. I’m Gage Everly, rising rock star. Man on the edge. Most sought-after bachelor. Our band was breakout artist of the year. Still, I feel the need for her approval and to cuddle her.

She shrugs. What the fuck? I notice she still hasn’t answered if she came or not, and I feel like a schmuck for asking. I feel like an even bigger ass for wondering if she enjoyed it. Enjoyed me.

I hike up my jeans and tuck my pride inside along with my dick still covered in her scent.

“What’s your name?”

She doesn’t answer me but spins to open the door. The bright light from the hall assaults us, and I recognize we are in some kind of closet.

“Hey,” I snap, following her out of the dark space. I reach for her arm but don’t touch her as I see Lawson Colt at the opposite end of the hallway. He stands with his arms crossed over a broad chest and his feet in a wide stance. His expression reads curious until he sees me behind this small girl making her way toward him. She sends up a salute, and I’m uncertain if she’s signaling farewell to me or greeting him.

“Hey,” I call out once again, slighter weaker, and she turns to face me. Her eyes take on a new look, one of sadness, emptiness, and shame. She walks backward as she stares at me. Two fingers come to her lips and then she drags them forward pointing at me. Did she blow me a kiss? Was that a kiss-off? She shakes her head, her lips pursed, and twists her body back toward Lawson.

“Uncle Tommy,” her voice calls out, turning to dripping honey.

“Baby girl?” he questions. His arms remain over his chest, his stance one of a man ready to pounce. I don’t hear any other exchange between them until she steps in front of him. He swipes a hand over her cheek, and she turns for the door to her left. In seconds, she disappears without a glance back. Without a name. Without a number.

Lawson Colt glares at me, and then he follows the girl into the room. The door closes.

What the fuck just happened?

2

IVY

My mother taught me how to feel about men. You don’t need them, but for one thing, she’d say. And even then, it can be questionable. I’ve set out to prove her wrong even though most days, like today, it backfires.

My heart pounds in my chest. I can’t believe I did what I did. Again. A random guy in a random hallway. It has to stop. It’s been months since it’s happened but still. I know why I did it today.

“The cancer’s back,” I snap at my uncle, spit literally leaving my lips. Tommy Carrigan, aka Lawson Colt to the world, is the only father figure I’ve had. My own dad thought life without us would be best, so he took his shortly before I turned three. Drug overdose, the tabloids read, just like they spilled the news of her.