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I shrug, stepping away so his hand falls. Putting a healthy distance between us so I don’t get hurt. “No, it’s fine. Really.”
“Then, can I do it again?”
There’s no mistaking the lust in his eyes. I lick my lips, trying to wet them from their sudden dryness. I mentally scold my pussy, that is already throbbing in anticipation.
Royce’s suggestion has put all sorts of thoughts into my head andstupidandpatheticandyou shouldn’t be doing thisare not any of them. Butfuck yes,right there, andmore please,are.
“You want to get out of here?”
He rocks back on his heels, eyeing me like he can read my mind. “Yeah.” He swallows thickly. “Yeah I do.”
“I’m here with Natalie—“
”—I’m here with friends.”
We say in unison, “Do you have a car?”
We laugh, and as always, it’s so damn easy to keep each other going. Tears spring from our eyes, and I’m touched again when he wipes mine away.
“I’ll meet you out front,” he says. “In what, ten minutes?”
I nod, saving my voice. I know full well that I’ll be doing a lot of moaning… and perhaps a lot of screaming, later.
As I turn to leave, he grabs my arm and shoves me against the wall, pinning me with his body.
And there, against the paneling, he gives me a long, tender kiss…
Interrupted by a squeaky-voiced female asking,“ Royce? Who in the hell is that?”
I stiffen in his arms as my body turns to stone. I feel as heavy as a moai, one of those huge carved heads on Easter Island. I probably look like one of them as well since I’ve pressed my lips together, my brow hanging heavy with wariness.
Royce doesn’t have to say a word to defend himself.
I know whot’s whot.
His beautiful eyes, the ones I’d been admiring just seconds ago, dart between mini-blonde and me, like he’s a spectator at a lightning fast game of ping pong.
I caught Royce out, and he knows it. I bet Matt would have looked just the same if I’d confronted him about Pam.
Hell, any man would.
Unlike Matt, Royce doesn’t owe me an explanation. He’s on a date with this woman.
I’m just a fuck.
I get it.
“He’s all yours,” I say to the small blonde that has her hands on her hips and her pink lipsticked mouth pulled into a slash. She’s pretty, at least. Not that I would degrade her. Royce is the culprit in all this. Seems he had us both fooled.
I move from the wall, my heart low in my chest and traveling on a rocket to my stomach. That’s where it will stay until I get over the idiot. Once and for all.
An arm with too many muscles stretches out and plants on the wall like a suction cup, blocking my dignified exit.
“Sin, this is not what it looks like. I hope that you’ll give me a chance to explain.”
Talking would involve too many words, which I’m not about to waste my voice on. Instead, I glare at him and then his arm, pointedly asking him with my eyes to remove his limb before I bite a hunk from it.
“Royce?” the blonde shouts, looking both hurt and angry. “Did you do that to her neck?”
