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She dipped her head to the side. “Hmmmm.”

Leaning against the bar, I mirrored her, giving her my full attention. “Yeah, I was just about to grab some more rags from there in five minutes. So, whatever you’re planning with this stranger, give it ten.”

The cheek in her eyes brightened. I loved this. The banter before we knew we were mates had only gotten better. Turned into foreplay.

Scar pushed off the bar, giving me a coy smile. “Noted.” Leaving with a sway in her hips, she made her way over to the bathrooms and disappeared.

Fuck me. Watching her walk away was a sight. The semi in my jeans stirred, knowing she wanted me as much as I wanted her. The yearning, the tease. Like a slow burn, my days at the bar seemed to build with tension until I finally got to have her in my arms again. Her skin, so soft, her scent, intoxicating.

Around me, the bar buzzed with sexual tension. I felt it roll over me. Although, now that fate had placed me with Scar, it had dulled, like the only scent it wanted me to fixate on was her, and I was all for it.

Placing her empty glass into the dishwasher, I made my way over to the storeroom, pushing the door open. The room had become an office and storeroom, with a desk off to one side and shelving on the other. It was small enough to be discreet, but big enough not to be claustrophobic. Occupying myself, I went about sorting through the pile of papers stacked to one side, either placing them in my filing cabinet or in the bin. A job I detested, because this room had been last on my ‘to do list’ for much longer than necessary.

The storeroom door swung open. The sight of her stole my breath. Tonight, she wore that black leather miniskirt I fucking loved, and a fitted black tee. It clung to her breasts like it owned them. On her feet were her standard Doc Martens, effectively making her the same height as me. She was an exquisite sight for my weary eyes.

Quickly closing the space between us, she draped her arms around my neck, my own lowering to claim her hips. “I’ve wanted to do this all night long,” she drawled before pressing her lips against mine. She dragged her tongue down the seam of our connection, and I let her in, tasting her.

Delicious. Addictive.

Unlike the night by the fire, where we had fucked meaningfully slowly, right now, I wanted to devour her.

Diving my hands into her hair, hers tugged at my buckle, dragging my zipper down. Fuck. “Easy there,” I said with a laugh, not expecting her to fall to her knees when she did. I stared at her, speechless, when her movements didn’t falter. “You sure about this?” I asked, because I knew not all women liked to give head. Her answer was to bury my dick in her mouth. I groaned as I hit the back of her throat. “Fuck, Scar.”

She stared up at me, wide eyes not leaving mine. I held her hair from her face, watching her movements. It was so fucking hot seeing her with my dick between her perfect-as-fuck lips. Her tongue stretched the length of me, and she spit on the head, dragging it over me with her thumb before sliding me into her hot mouth again. Fuuucccckkkk. The feel of her on me was incredible. A flare of heat licked my spine. She continued sucking, licking, and, when she slid me to the back of her throat once more, making eye contact, I was done.

“Scar, you gotta stop,” I rasped, needing to regain my composure. There was no way in hell I would come before her, and the look in her eyes told me that if I didn’t stop this now, she wouldn’t. That thought alone sent my thoughts spiraling. I leaned forward, setting my arms under hers. My dick slipped out of her with a ‘pop’ as I nudged her up to me. My hands sank into her thighs, and, picking her up, I turned, sitting her on the filing cabinet. Gripping her chin between my thumb and pointer finger, I tilted her face to look up at me. “Your lips are fucking magic,” I said as I dragged her thong down her legs.

She giggled, watching as I dangled it between two fingers. I raised a brow, admiring the flimsy fabric. Black. Lace. Not much to it. “Officially my favorite. But you don’t get much for your money these days.”

She laughed, shoving me in the shoulder, and I spread her legs, burying my face in her pussy. My new craving. Tracing the seam of her with my tongue, she gasped at the contact, spurring me on further. Lapping at her, I continued my rhythm, stopping only to draw her clit into my mouth and gently suck. When I added two fingers, she moaned, bucking her hips into my hand.

She gasped as I gave the most sensitive part of her all my attention, her breathy moans making me harder by the minute.

I grinned, rising to bury my face in her neck. I kissed her earlobe, my lips teasing her. “You keep making those pretty little noises and my tax returns might start filing themselves.”

“I can’t help it,” she whined, rolling her hips against my fingers buried in her. She reached for me, giving my dick a rub. “I need you, please.”

“Baby, you don’t need to ask me twice,” I murmured, tugging her to the edge of the filing cabinet. Lining up with her entrance, I pushed inside, her pussy swallowing me whole. Our moans filled the space, seconds before I took her jaw in my hand, holding her as I kissed her deeply. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, gripping me. I struggled to hold back, but it seemed I didn’t need to. She matched me with kisses just as raw. I thrust into her repeatedly, a slow grind, wrapping my hand around the back of her ass to hold her steady.

“Reid,” she whispered against my ear, and my dick responded to her every gasp.

“I’m so close.” I warned, ready to finish when she was.

She didn’t respond, only held onto me tighter.

Swiping my thumb over my tongue, I flattened it against her clit, moving it in small circles. At the contact, she cried out.

“Oh, gods.”

“Come for me, baby.”

Changing angle, I hit where my fingers normally would, and, as if my words were her command, she did. Her pussy gripped me, pulsing. She clung to me like she was afraid to let go, and I followed close behind her, euphoria streaking through my veins. I was extremely thankful for the loud music in the bar, the bass drowning out our cries.

When she fell quiet, her heartbeat hit mine as I held her close. I pressed my lips to her forehead. I wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of guilt pressing against my skin. Something I hadn’t felt last time we were intimate. It came like a rogue wave, hitting me hard. Suffocating me.

Words scrambled in my throat, fighting for air, but I found none. Trapped in the deception with me.

How could I do this? Keep a secret so huge from her? Something so devastatingly life-changing?