Page 22 of The Perfect Wrong


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Will he even want to see me again if I have to call things off here?

I could try to force it, sure.

But this is no way to pleasure a man for the first time. Not while I’m oozing guilt over ruining Dad’s dinner tomorrow.

“So, um, please don’t hate me,” I say, stepping forward and stroking his arm. “But there’s a family thing. I don’t want to do this, but I need to get going and make sure people get packed up and home okay. Can we take a rain check?” I swallow.

My eyes search his.

I hold my breath until he wraps an arm around my waist, jerking me against his chest so hard I bask in our combined heat.

“You’re goddamned lucky I’m local. For now.” His arrogant lips brush mine.

Softly at first, then his kiss deepens, adding this nip of teeth that says too much.

Rough. Aggressive. Domineering.

This man wants me bad—and I want him.

The steady burn between my legs reignites. I press my thighs together, trying to decide if I hate how wet he makes me or if I’m secretly in love with it.

His hand finds my ass and squeezes.

I moan, shuddering, dangerously close to finishing what we started.

He’s created a monster, all right, and it hurts not to show him just what kind of little beast I want to be.

“Give me your phone,” he orders, pushing his hand into my pocket without waiting for an answer.

Before I can protest, he’s fumbling with the screen.

“Hey! What’re you doing?”

“Putting in my digits as soon as you unlock this fucking thing. Here.” He shoves it back into my hand and folds his arms, waiting.

Oof.

I feel like I’m fetching insurance info for a cop. He’s so ridiculously grumpy I laugh.

For a split second, I think about messing with him, punching in nonsense that isn’t whatever number he tells me.

That would be the smart thing.

Pump the breaks.

Think about this before I make any big lofty promises I can’t keep.

I mean, I barely know this guy, even if a dumb, romantic part of me wants to.

And that’s the same part of me holding a one-way ticket to heartbreak city when I wake up and realize he’s not sticking around for more than gravity-defying sex.

He said it himself.

He’s only herefor now.

But if I have any regrets tomorrow, I can chalk tonight up to a few too many drinks and a mountain of pent-up tension.

If I just lie, I won’t be tempted.

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