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“I don’t know what came over me.”
“I do. You knew how sexy you looked and you wanted to drive Mr. Hunk crazy. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
I nod, trying to make myself believe her words.
Nothing wrong with that.
The only problem is there is something wrong with it, wrong with this whole thing.
“Maybe my fake reasoning will turn out to be true,” I murmur. “Maybe after a couple of hours together the spark will go away and we’ll realize we’re making a mistake.”
Yasmin folds her arms, tilting her head at me in that appraising best-friend way of hers. “What are the chances of that happening, in your honest opinion? One out of a hundred?”
Not even that. The chances are zero. No matter what happens, no matter what the fallout is, I know I’m not going to be able to put this desire to rest.
“I don’t know,” I murmur. “Not high.”
“Want my advice, Rory?”
“Please.”
“Don’t worry about tomorrow,” she says. “I know you were always the sensible one in high school…”
“Is that code for boring?”
She laughs. “Don’t interrupt. It’s rude.”
I giggle at her tone of voice, as she impersonates one of our grumpy English teachers.
“Okay, Miss Kuklinski, please accept my dearest apologies.”
“But maybe it’s time you stopped being so sensible, huh?” she goes on. “And you know what the key to being wonderful, unapologetically non-sensible is?”
“Please, enlighten me,” I say, smiling so she knows the note of sarcasm is all in fun.
“Not thinking about tomorrow. Don’t let yourself think about all the what-ifs. Don’t even think about the consequences. I know how badly you’ve wanted this, forever, ever since you almost kissed… and before that. So just enjoy yourself. Please.”
My phone buzzes from the desk. I spin in the chair, grab it, and quickly swipe the screen.
It’s Bennet.
I’m outside.
Turning back to Yasmin, I nod. “Okay, I’ll try my best.”
I walk on unsteady legs down the street toward Bennet’s sleek sedan. I’m wearing short heels, nothing fancy, but even so, I wish I’d opted for flats when I feel how unsteady my footsteps are. I’m glad when I get to the car, peering inside to find Bennet staring at me with his characteristic smirk.
He's wearing a suit, the shirt undone at the top to show a tempting slice of his chest. His face is clean shaven and his eyes gleam in that oh-so-Bennet way.
He steps from the car, walking around to the passenger seat, bringing the scent of cologne – or maybe just his own muskiness – with him. “That dress…”
He grabs my hips and pushes me against the car, driving his body against mine. I can feel how hard he is, the solid rod of a man pushing against my belly.
I raise my hands on instinct, gripping onto his biceps, feeling how strong he is.
Bennet stops for a moment, looking up and down the street. “Thank fuck for that,” he snarls.
“What?” I whimper.
“It’s deserted. And this is just for me, only for me.”
I’m about to ask him what is just for him but then he leans down and crashes his lips against mine. I whimper and then all I can do is stand there as he kisses me, willing myself to react.
Shivering pleasure dances across my lips, and sparkles through me. And then I jolt into action and let out a stifled moan, opening my mouth in time with his, sliding my hands up, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
The world feels like it’s rumbling beneath our feet the longer we kiss. His tongue finds mine and sends more urgent sensations through my body, my hard nipples rubbing against my bra, my panties already getting wet with my arousal.
“Fuck.” He breaks off, breathing heavily. “I can’t keep going. You’re too beautiful. Too sexy. That dress.”
“It’s okay—”
But then his resolve shatters for the second time and crashes his mouth against mine again.
I’m ready this time, meeting him in the middle and kissing him back in return hard. Our mouths devour each other, Bennet groaning like a feral beast as I moan, savoring the feeling of his manhood grinding into my belly, the feeling tickling down toward my sex.
Fuck him now. Take his seed. Have his babies.
The crazy thoughts ring inside in my head, as our teeth begin to click together in passion, his hands sliding down my hips and to my ass.
“Okay.” He laughs huskily, shaking his head as he makes a point of stepping away. “I can’t… Rory, not unless you’re ready to go someplace private right this second.”
The animalistic glint in his eyes tells me he’s being completely serious. I want to say yes, I’m ready, but my belly tightens into a ball of nerves, my fear getting the better of me.
Bennet narrows his eyes, as though reading me. “Let’s enjoy our date first. I don’t want to rush things.”
“I want to,” I whisper. “It’s just… Yeah, I want to enjoy our date too, you know?”
