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“How did that feel, Chloe Rose?” I breathe against the shell of her ear before nipping her lobe. Pride and the heat of my own orgasm roll through my chest.

“Bastian,” she whispers my name as sleep finally claims her. Her body’s still trembling next to mine.

“Answer the question,” I say before getting up to wash my hands and get her a washcloth, but she shakes her head slightly before I leave the room, ignoring my question as she passes out in my bed.

CHLOE

It’s amazing what a good night of sleep can do to a person. And a good fuck for that matter.

Sebastian was right, I was just tired and needed to sleep. It all feels so stupid now, even though the uneasiness still lingers whenever I hear whispers about the recent murders.

I can still feel Sebastian inside of me. Even as Marc, my boss, gave me a ridiculous lecture about how many sick days I have left, all I could think about was how Sebastian touched me last night.

Not just touched me. There isn’t a suitable word for what he did to me. How he dragged the pleasure from me in a way I didn’t know could exist.

And that was just foreplay.

The memory of how his lips felt, how his hard body felt, how his hard cock felt…

My nipples harden as a shudder rolls through my body at the thought of tonight. Sebastian is handsome, classically so with a darkness that hints at danger, but last night, everything about him resembled a sex god. The way the dim light caressed his stubble, the way his lips seemed to pout and then glisten when he licked them. And his eyes swirled with a desire I imagine could never be tamed. It’s more than just lust though. The more I’m around Sebastian, the more I let myself believe there’s somethingmorebetween us.

The click of the air conditioner in the office brings my gaze up to it and then to Angie, sitting in the desk chair cross-legged and on her phone. While I’m on the floor with six piles of paper as I try to organize these documents alphabetically by last name.

“Oh, my God,” Ang drags out the last word as she throws her head back and stares at the ceiling in exasperation. “Can it just be five already?” She drops her gaze to me and I have to crack a smile.

“Hard day?” I taunt her, knowing she didn’t do shit. We had four clients come in today. So, she checked in four people. And that’s all she’s done. For eight hours.

I sit upright, stretching my back. “We could switch on Monday?” I offer her, and she tilts her head.

“I don’t know why you even agreed to that shit,” she tells me while making a circle with her pointer finger to encompass the papers on the floor, right before going back to her phone.

Agreed? It’s my job. I bite my inner cheek to keep from responding. I need my paycheck. I need to add it to my meager savings.

The thought of why I’m so desperate to save up makes my heart squeeze in my chest.

It’s so I can leave and get out of here. But things have changed. That would mean leaving Sebastian and whatever it is that we have going on now.

It’s odd to feel so much, so quickly. To feel that raw loss at the thought of one day getting out of here. I’m so used to feeling lonely that it didn’t take much for me to feel some sort of attachment to him. Although that feeling has come and gone for years and yet every time, I know there’s something between us I’d never have with anyone else.

It only took that single kiss years ago to know that.

“I say we just get out of here,” Angie suggests, interrupting my thoughts.

I shrug at her suggestion. “Marc won’t notice, that’s for sure.”

I’m not leaving this city any time soon. And whatever I have with Sebastian will more than likely be short-lived. I’m still shocked it’s happening at all.

I’ll be counting the days until it ends.

Even knowing that, so confidently certain it will end, I’m still going to give myself to him tonight. I didn’t question it for a moment.

I was always his to take. And that’s exactly what I want. For him to be my first.

My breathing comes out shaky as I realize the clock is ticking down to that moment and I still haven’t decided if I’m going to tell him or not.

“Okay, let’s just get out of here.” Angie hops down from her seat, letting it roll backward and carelessly slam into her desk as she slips her ridiculously high heels back on.

“Why do you even work here?” I feel the sarcastic question slip out before I can stop myself. I feel like half a bitch, but with the nerves of what I’m going to do tonight, I’m not as careful with my words as I should be.

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