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Makesmehard.
Right now, she is wearing a short dress that I like much better than cargo pants, and her hair is tied in a bowtie at the back of her head. I want to mess it up with my teeth, like a dog.
“Ty is all upset about his sister,” she says, walking slowly to the desk.
“Raylin?” I’ve never met her, though I heard plenty from Marlow back at Deene. She was several years our junior and had a crush on Marlow.
Kat nods. “His family’s lawyer doesn’t have her death certificate. Apparently, she went missing, and they didn’t issue the legal paperwork. Naturally, he wants to leave Zion and search for her.”
“Thousands went missing and are presumed dead.”
“Right. I sent Dad her info. Maybe he’ll find out what happened to her. How would Ty find out otherwise?”
“Are you playing the Good Samaritan, Kat?” I attempt a smile.
She shrugs. “Marlow wants him to stay. Ty would stay if he wasn’t obsessed now about the possibility of his sister being alive.”
“Right.”
Others’ problems are not mine. I give them access and means—they can figure out their lives.
AndIneed to figure out what to do with my obsession with this girl. Because when she is this close to me, all I want is to steal her away somewhere secluded and have her to myself. And that doesn’t necessarily mean sex.
Well, as long as I get it out of the way.
“You seem tense,” I say, getting up.
“I haven’t relaxed much lately.” She flickers her gaze at me as I approach.
“Yeah? Why not?”
“I thought we had a certain arrangement.”
I want to laugh. She is so casual about sex.
“We do.” I walk behind her and put my hands on her waist, pulling her closer to me.
Her closeness instantly makes lust move like a slick coil through me before settling heavily in my cock. Seconds—that’s a record.
“I was busy,” I murmur into her ear, her scent filling my nostrils and putting me on edge. “You were busy when I wasn’t. It’s the usual story with us.”
I sayuslike there is anusin any type of context besides the bedroom. Though I missed her. I miss her laughter that is around me and not directed at the guys in the Center who all invite her to Port Mrei or restaurants or house parties. Most girls don’t like her, but those who do cling to her like she is the ring leader.
She is incredible at making friends. And it’s incredible how jealous it makes me because most of them are guys. The less I see her, the less I’m tempted by her. Or bothered by unnecessary emotions.
“All you need to do to relax is pick up the phone and dial my number.” I nuzzle her cheek, tightening my arms around her waist.
“Awe, you are willing to be my bootie call?”
“Your boss, your bootie call,” I say as I drag my nose along her neck. “Your right hand when yours is tired, especially when it’s between your legs.”
“Just to remind you. We are at work,” she says, her butt pushing back against the erection that tents my jeans.
“Which lately seems like always. Corlo, lock the door,” I say, then slide my hand up to take her chin between my fingers and turn her face up to mine.
Before she objects, I take her mouth in a kiss, deep and thorough, and suddenly, the week that I tried to stay away from her seems like the stupidest idea.
The taste of her jerks me back to the night we spent together. Naked. Skin to skin. When wehadall night to do what we wanted. When we actually took our time getting to know each other. In more ways than one.
