Page 23 of The Perfect Wrong


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I won’t wind up throwing myself at Lucifer and loving it.

I won’t have to deal with his bossy, dirty mouth.

Oh, but then won’t I miss out on learning what else his mouth can do to me?

What he sounds like when I’m full of him, experiencing every inch of my body painted in screaming fire as he owns me in ways I’ve only imagined.

And I don’t want to imagine anymore.

I don’t want to be Miss V-card.

Somehow, this mysterious bad boy showed up just in time to offer me a wayout.

“Get those fingers moving. Four-one-eight...” He rattles off his number.

God help me, I enter every digit dutifully, holding it up when he’s finished so he can see me save his contact.

Fine.

I can always delete it later if I chicken out.

Next time—if there is a next time—there won’t be any distractions.

We won’t let it happen.

Marnie, eat your heart out.

The only thing you’ll be choosing is where you’ll buy me lunch for our last semester.

I smile, remembering her end of the deal. I’m almost giddy at the impossible thought that I mightwin.

“Let’s go. I’ll help make sure none of these clowns are too drunk to drag their asses home,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me along.

And he’s as good as his word.

We make the rounds together, waking up snoring couples and helping them find their phones. Once we’re sure they’re sober enough to drive or have a ride by app, they’re on their merry way.

When we’re finished, Chris walks me to the back door.

I savor his heat the whole walk up the winding beach path.

It’s so silent, so warm.

The cool water lapping the shore and soft summer breeze become the white noise of our new world.

“It was nice meeting you,” I say, kicking myself for how lame that sounds. “We’ll text tomorrow?” I ask hopefully.

“We’d better, princess, or else I’ll have to start trespassing a hell of a lot more.” He reaches down and slides his fingers through my hair, catching long dark locks and giving them a stern pull.

“Remember what people did at this little sex party. Whatever you saw,” he says, glancing around the now empty beach. “I’m gonna do that to you in spades, Cordelia. If you come that hard off my fingers, you’ll lose your damn mind when I suck your clit.”

Wrong.

It’s already long gone.

Especially when he pulls me forward, lowering his face, pulsing more hot breath into my ear.

“Get the fuck home. Rest up. Have a nice, peaceful night. Then tomorrow evening, whenever your family shit’s done, clear your calendar.”

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