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“No. Of when I felt the same way Twyla does right now.” She turns her head to look at me, and there’s a deep sadness in her eyes. It makes me want to pummel whoever is responsible for putting it there.

“What happened?” I squeeze her hand.

“My fiancé cheated on me.”

I still. I think I even stop breathing for a beat. “You were engaged?”

Violet nods. “Yeah, then I found out he was cheating on me, so I ended it. That was about six months before I first met you.” She bites her bottom lip for a moment, as though she has something she needs to say but doesn’t want to.

“What? What is it?” My heart races. Is she going to tell me they’re still involved, she still has feelings for him, what?

“The night we met was my attempt at a rebound. One-night stands aren’t really my thing, but I was trying to forget about him and move on with my life and that’s why I went to the hotel with you.” She says the last bit really fast as if maybe I won’t catch it.

Understanding dawns on me. “That’s why you wouldn’t give me your number.”

Could that be why she was so adamant that this thing between us remain casual even now?

She nods and cringes. “Are you mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“I was using you,” she says as though it’s obvious.

I can’t help but laugh. “Violet, I don’t care why or how we met, just that we did.” I squeeze her hand. “Is that why you wouldn’t tell me why you wouldn’t give me your number?”

“I thought you might be mad or insulted. Plus, then I’d have to get into my whole failed engagement and that’s something I’d rather leave in the past.” Her shoulders slump a bit. It clearly still affects her. Whether it’s because she still has feelings for the piece of shit or just because it sucks to be cheated on, I can’t be sure.

“Let me make one thing clear.” I lower my chin so I’m looking directly into her eyes. “That man was an idiot. If he had you locked down for life, he was a complete moron to fuck that up.” I hold her gaze so she knows I mean it.

I probably shouldn’t have said it—it certainly doesn’t make this thing between us feel casual—but she needs to know her worth. Hell, I want to show her her worth.

I take the wineglass from her hand and set it on the table, along with my own. Then I drag her over so that she’s straddling me on the couch. My hands drag up the sides of her body, moving to her chest over her cotton-covered breasts and up her neck until I grip her head, forcing her down so I can kiss her.

The moment our tongues meet, our bodies move in rhythm—she rocks her hips while I thrust up into her so that we’re dry-humping like teenagers. My hands shift into her hair and she moans, bringing her hands up to grip my wrists as though she’s afraid I’ll pull away. What started as a small flame ignites into a full-blown forest fire between us as we pant and nip and moan, neither of us fully satisfied.

I pull away from her, and with a cocky grin, I say, “Feel like being naughty?”

Her smile tells me we’re on the exact same wavelength.

Eighteen

Violet

“Feel like being naughty?” The gleam in his hazel eyes only promises the greatest reward for being bad, so I slowly smile wide. “Tell me you’re on the pill.”

“I am, and I’m clean.”

“Me too. Just got tested.”

He goes back to kissing me, but one hand travels down over my breast and straight down to cup my sex over the slightly oversized cotton shorts I’m wearing. I can’t help but rock against his hand, hoping for more of the friction I seek.

Brady’s mouth dips to my neck and he mumbles against my skin, “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this pussy since the last time I fucked it.”

His words soak my panties and I hum in approval.

With little effort, he draws the crotch of my shorts to the side, along with my panties, and drags his fingers through my slick folds. A huff of air leaves me, and I grip his hair as his mouth travels to bite my nipples over my cotton T-shirt and bra. Then his hands leave my body, and he works the waistband of his athletic shorts until his cock pops out. He situates the elastic waist under his balls, gripping the base and tugging the rigid length a few times.

My insides clench, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside me, coaxing me toward a climax.

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