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SAWYER

“Answer me this…”

Anton raises an eyebrow, the fire in his ice-blue eyes burning bright. I can see every bit of impishness in him bubbling under the surface, and there is a part of me that wants to give in to it.

A big part.

“Anything.”

“Have you ever had sex in this room?”

I hold my breath, waiting on an answer. It won’t change what we’re about to do—I want him too badly to deny myself what I know will be insanely hot simply because he’s experienced this with someone else. I just want to know what I’m up against.

A smirk tugs on his lips, making my tummy flip and skin tingle. “You cannot imagine the fantasies my teenage self had about sneaking a girl into this room. But the only things that ever went down in here involved me and my right hand.”

I laugh, loving his honesty. “Good to know.”

“No, I take that back. I tried the left hand a couple of times. Full disclosure.”

Oh, goodness…only Anton…

“And how did that work out for you?” I quip.

“Got the job done. Certainly not my strength, but God forbid my right hand is ever incapacitated, I will not be left high and dry.”

I toss my head back, laughter erupting from my chest. Nerdy Anton might be my favorite, but this silly version is pretty good too. Especially when it’s just the two of us. He has a way of making me laugh unlike anyone else, pulling the reaction out of me as easily as one remembers to breathe.

“Hate for you to be left high and dry.” I shift my weight, pressing my hips across his front, making as much contact as I can.

Anton’s hands tighten in my hair as he groans, the tug against my scalp a sharp contrast to the tingle settling in my belly. The idea of living out one of his teenage fantasies sends a rush through me, the little hairs on my arm standing up, giving me a confidence I didn’t realize was in me.

The knowledge that he’s never done it with anyone else is even more exhilarating.

“Tell me,” I say, my voice coming out raspy and hoarse.

“What do you want to know?”

Releasing my hair, he slides his hand to my cheek, cradling it in his calloused hand, skimming a thumb across the skin. A shiver runs down my spine and I lean into him, inhaling his unique scent.

“Tell me,” I repeat, “what teenage Anton used to sit up here and fantasize about.”

This time, the shiver rips through Anton, and he visibly fights it, swallowing hard, his eyes turning a shade darker. Inhaling hard, only to exhale even harder, he leads me over to the bed, positioning me between his legs as he sits, his hands on my towel-covered hips.

“I imagined sneaking her up the stairs, the two of us in a fit of giggles, sure we were going to be caught. But that once we made it in here, behind that closed door, all bets were off. Then she was mine.” He pauses, taking another long, deep breath, looking up at me and holding on to me with his eyes in a way that I feel all the way down to my toes. “Mine to do with as I pleased. To worship every inch of her.”

My insides swoon, my lust taking over at the thought of him doing exactly that.

“That’s what you thought about?”

“Sawyer, as a teenage boy, the idea of having a naked girl in my room meant that I got to play with said naked girl.” He tightens his grip on my hips, pulling me closer. “I’ve learned a thing or three since then, so it probably looks a little different now than it would have at seventeen—it won’t just be all about her boobs now—but, yeah, I still wanna play with a naked girl in my childhood bedroom.”

“You didn’t want to fuck her?”

“Did I say that? At what point did I mention not wanting to fuck the beautiful creature I snuck into my room?”

“Well, you omitted it.”