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"Go ask Sierra. Why do you think she's so pissed off? She saw it too. That's how I knew you were cheating."
Yeah, I’m lying but I’m saving the truth and the evidence for court. He wouldn’t dare ask my sister.
"Baby, let's talk about this."
"There's nothing to talk about. Have some decency and get out of my life." I slam the phone on the receiver and bring my knees to my chest. I lay my head on top of them and breathe. It's choppy and my chest almost hurts.
A sob escapes my throat. I let it but I’m not going to cry. David doesn't deserve my tears or the anxiety and migraines that’d landed me in the emergency room twice this year. I need someone to talk to, but my sister is probably asleep already and there's no way I'm leaving this room again. Last time, I’d told a bartender I wanted to sleep with him. Who knows what I may do next?
The knock on the door kick-starts my pulse and has me clutching my chest.
Calm down, it's probably room service with the knee pillow.
I head to the door, ignoring all my New Yorker instincts and swing it open.
A tall and wide body fills out most of my door frame. A knee pillow is at the top of his palm.
Oh my God. The hot bartender is at my door.
"I’m here to deliver." A side smile curves his lips.
The skin tightens around my body and my heart is hammering so hard it can't be healthy. Could I be having a heart attack? Do your nipples get hard during heart attacks?
Say something, anything.
"Can I come in?" he asks.
No no no, my mind screams but my legs un-glue and I take a step back. He takes one forward until we're way too close. He takes another step forward and I take one back andsweet Godhe's all the way in and closes the door.
"I didn't think you were coming," I blurt out.
"No?" he shakes his head and drops the pillow on the table by the door. "How could I say no to something I've been imagining all night?"
I hate my body for the ripple that echoes through it and for the urge to rub my thighs together. "You were not."
He takes two steps forward, his arm shooting out to my lower back. He yanks me against him. His scent slams into me. Faint hints of musk, sweat, and warm skin permeate my sanity. How is it possible for my whole body to tingle for someone I just met?
His hands grab my ass, cupping and squeezing. He presses me up to his hips andHoly Mother of all Things Hard, he's solid and long and thick. The ache in my pussy is as instant as the heady feeling.
He groans. "You still think I'm lying?"
What the hell are we talking about?
He doesn't give me a chance to answer but flicks his hips, making my whole body reignite and vibrate.
Fuck me right now.
My words and thoughts are cut off when he buries his head in my neck, his nose rubbing up alongside it. "You smell so good. Like the brown sugar I use in my drinks."
"It's my body wash. It's made from brown sugar." Are those throaty words coming from me?
"Hmm, does it taste sweet too?" His lips close around my skin with a light nip of his teeth, followed by a fiery swipe of his tongue.
I rub against him, trying to alleviate the fever he's set off.God, why am I so needy?My fingers dig at his arms.
"May I use your shower?"
"Huh?"
