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Reese pulls me down onto his lap, pushing my thighs apart so I’m straddling him. His hand curves around the back of my neck, holding me right where he wants me as he fixes his mouth over mine, firm and unyielding.
I fist his polo shirt, needing to be closer. Needing everything he’ll give me.
How can I walk away now that he owns a piece of my heart?
Things are such a mess, but when he kisses me like this, I can’t help but fall deeper under his spell.
Reese Whitfield is broken—and I want to be the one to piece him back together.
“I need you, Liv,” he murmurs against my lips, his tongue tangling with mine in slow, lazy licks.
Sliding my palm against his cheek, I touch my head to his and smile. “Then take me, Reese.”
I’m yours.
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REESE
With my tongue still twisted with hers, I grip her arse and stand to my feet, taking her with me.
“Reese.” My name is nothing but a needy plea as I move with her.
I walk across the huge room I booked for us for the night, and she panics when she realises I’m getting farther away from the bed.
“Wait, what are you—”
“You’re dirty, remember?” I murmur, my lips connecting with her neck. “I promised you a shower. And I figure if I’m going to dirty you up even more, then I should do the gentlemanly thing of cleaning you up after.”
She shudders as I suck on the sensitive patch of skin beneath her ear and kick the bathroom door open.
“Never had shower sex before,” she moans, my fingers gripping her arse hard enough to leave bruises.
“Good. I like having firsts with you.”
“Not sure you’ve got any left for me after being such a man whore, huh?”
A laugh falls from my lips, but there’s a bitterness to it as I very briefly reminisce on all my… activities over the past couple of years.
“I’m not that bad,” I argue.
“Is that right?” she chuckles.
Pulling away from her neck, I stare down into her eyes. They’re dark with hunger, still edged with anger over my confessions earlier, but thankfully, there’s no jealousy in them.
“Don’t believe all the gossip you hear in the hallways at All Hallows’, sweet cheeks. The girls like to… exaggerate.”
“I know full well how much bullshit they spit, Reese. But I’m also aware that there’s no smoke without fire.” Her brow lifts.
“Olivia, I—”
“I don’t care about them, Reese,” she confesses as I lower her onto the counter, sliding my hands around her hips and pushing them under her hoodie and vest, loving the softness of her skin against my rough hands. “Just…” She shudders as I cup her breasts and pinch her hard nipples.
“Just what, Liv?”
“Just promise me that you never touched Darcie. Please, tell me it was all—”
“I never touched the bitch. I’d rather saw my own hands off.”
