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“No.” He shook his head. “I don’t know what you were thinking either, but I like it. You have the most beautiful pussy known to mankind. Even after that whisky, I can still taste you and it’s far better. I could get drunk off you, Noemi. I was just surprised. If you want to take my dick out and play with it, put it in that gorgeous mouth, I am not going to tell you no. In any lifetime.”
Some of the scarlet drained away from her cheeks. She bit her bottom lip. “Well, I was thinking, that while we’re doing all these things that I’m probably going to regret later, I might as well make them the best kind of regrets possible. I was wondering if you had a shower. And if you’d like to join me.”
Fuuuuccccckkkk. Is this seriously happening? God, he should say no. He should say no. Right fucking now. Yeah, there was no way he was going to say no. He couldn’t. Fuck, he wasn’t even married to Noemi yet and he was already completely pussy whipped. Although, in his defense, he didn’t know a single guy on earth who could turn her down.
There was the small matter of the fact that he felt like he’d just been stuck with a thousand knives and was bleeding out his pain all over the floor.
If she wanted to reinvent herself, he also wanted to forget.
Was it really so wrong to be an asshole just to give her what she wanted? Just for a night?
Of course it was, because she no doubt thought she’d never see him again. And he knew who he was. Who he truly was. He was a lying bastard and he had no idea how he was supposed to turn anything around. It wasn’t like he could just tell her who he really was after they’d fucked, or sucked, or whatever they were about to do, and then use that as leverage. Hey, Noemi, by the way, I’m that asshole you don’t want to marry. Since we’re good at licking each other’s privates, we might as well get married, don’t you think?
Yeah. Fucking. Right.
“Yes.” The word ground out of him like boulders being pulverized to dust. “Yes, I have a shower. Yes, I’d like to use it with you.”
She smiled and it was so dazzling, it hit him right in his lying, snaky, black as tar soul. “Good. Because I was talking about firsts, but I meant doing this with someone that I barely know. Not in a committed relationship. Not that I’ve never… you know.”
Fuck.
This woman, this woman who he was supposed to marry… she was going to get her way after all. In every respect. With him. Tonight. There was a good chance she was going to kill him to top it all off, with her sweet, naïve, innocence that was so fucking hot he couldn’t control himself. She’d straight up kill him and then she wouldn’t have to marry him at all, so unknowingly and unwittingly and completely ironically, she’d be well and truly free.
CHAPTER 8
Noemi
They both stood rooted to the spot. I am nowhere near drunk enough for this. She wasn’t even fully buzzed. Just nicely warm. Warm and full of resolution. In all honesty, she wanted this. She wanted to be naked with a stranger. To explore his beautiful body and make him feel good the way he’d given her the best orgasm of her life. She didn’t want it to be fumbling and awkward like it had been with Rob most times. She didn’t want to think about Rob again. Ever.
She just wanted to be her own person. To make her own decisions for really the first time in her life. Not that her dad controlled everything, but she’d been good. She’d been raised right. Strict. Her parents had a curfew. They expected her to be chaste. To date only when it meant something. To have marriage always looming at the end of the tunnel.
They wanted for her what they had with each other.
Maybe it wasn’t that simple.
Maybe love wasn’t in the cards for her.
After she’d caught Rob cheating on her, she’d thought that maybe she was defunct. That something was wrong with her. All he’d done was cause the walls around her heart to harden and the roses there to turn to thorns. He’d taught her to be tough. To stand up for herself. Maybe she had him to thank for having the backbone to run away from a marriage that meant nothing.
Maybe she was running from marriage period.
Noemi straightened her shoulders and lifted her head. She offered a shy smile. She was doing this. She was doing this for herself. For Cason too, obviously. For both of them. But she was doing it because she was an adult and she got to pick what she did with her life. Who she wanted to be with. When. For how long.
