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“Yes, they have been.” I put my burrito down, my hands suddenly feeling too clammy to eat. What was she getting at?

“So…” She got up and came to my side of the table, perching on it. My heart started pounding. “I think we should talk about something that’s been on my mind. This thing between us.”

This bold streak of hers was new, at least when it came to talking to me. And it wasn’t helping me resist her.

“Okay,” I said, keeping my voice steady despite the steadily growing erection in my pants.

The boldness I’d just been admiring slipped, and for a moment, I saw the nervous young woman I’d seen when we first met. But she recovered, standing up again and pushing me back against my chair. She swung a leg over my lap so she was straddling me. I sucked in a breath when her core brushed against my bulge. My hands came to rest on her hips, almost automatically. I resisted the urge to give them a squeeze, as soft as they felt.

Our faces were inches from each other. If I leaned forward just an inch, my lips would have met hers.

“Will you kiss me, Ethan?” she asked, her voice breathy.

“I want to. Badly. But…” I gripped my chair. “There’s a lot that’s telling me we shouldn’t. The fact that I’m your bodyguard. I’m older than you. I told Harrison to step back, so I’d be a hypocrite if I gave into my feelings.”

“You’re acting like you’re three hundred years old.” She half-rolled her eyes. “You’re ten years older than me, which isn’t completely unheard of. And yes, you’re my bodyguard, but wouldn’t you go even further to protect someone you cared about? I would.”

Her points were valid, to my frustration. I thought I was devoted to my job before, but now that I’d formed feelings for her, I was even more invested. Seeing her hurt would have killed me.

“But what about Harrison?” I asked again. “And Cody? They both have feelings for you. I don’t want to betray my friends.”

“We discussed it,” she said. “They aren’t jealous, and they want to share.”

“Wait.” I frowned. “Cody, too?”

“Yes. And Harrison. All of us together,” she said, smoothing a hand down my chest. “We aren’t labeling it yet, but our feelings are there. And they want me to be with you, too, because it would make me happy. Don’t you want to be happy?”

I did. I hadn’t realized it until now, but I’d been going through life feeling just okay. Not awful, but I focused on my work all the time and hadn’t even been interested in someone in ages. The latter was for good reason—I wasn’t interested in getting my heart broken after the one woman I’d ever loved dumped me for withholding my feelings.

But Taylor was different in so many ways. Not enough for me to dive in without any fear at all, but enough to take the first step.

“I want to be happy,” I finally said.

“Then kiss me.”

I slid my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to me. Our first kiss was perfect, sweet and soft. But then she ground her core against me, and sweet flew out the window. I dug my fingers into her hair and delved my tongue into her mouth, taking control. My control was fraying and inches from snapping.

Her soft moan broke it.

I pushed back and carried her across her apartment to the closest comfortable surface: her couch. I tossed the back cushions to the floor to give us more space. My body covered her much smaller one, her softness a contrast to my hard muscles. I ran my hands up her body, hips to waist to breasts. I couldn’t get enough of how she felt. Her skin was so soft, so warm.

And her breasts. I pulled her tank top off, then her bra, and just stared for a moment. They were perfect, full, with dusky pink nipples that were hardening more and more by the second. I cupped them, pressing them together and running my thumb along her nipples. She sucked in a breath, squirming under me. I was on top of her, keeping her still but not squishing her.

“Ethan, please. More.” She arched her back, and I obliged her.

I ran my tongue across both of her nipples, nipping one, then the other. Her hips bucked up against me, her nails digging into my thighs. I sucked and worshipped each nipple again and again, like she’d hypnotized me without saying a word.

“Please. Down,” she said. She pushed my shoulders down. She wasn’t strong whatsoever, but what waited for me was so good that I had to do what she asked.

I kissed my way down her stomach, then along the waistband of her shorts. It had been so damn long since I’d been with a woman, but I’d waited this long. I couldn’t deny myself any longer. Make the feelings coursing through me even stronger.

I skipped over the spot where she really wanted me and kissed the inside of her knee. Inch by inch, I tasted her skin, pinning the leg I wasn’t kissing to the side. The scent of her arousal taunted me as I kept teasing her, teasing myself in the process.

Finally, I gave into my need and pulled her tiny shorts and panties down. Her slit was clean-shaven, my mouth watering. I ran my hand over her mound and slid my fingers between her lips, opening her to me. She eagerly spread her legs and rested one leg on the back of the couch.

Seeing her spread out underneath me was a rush, everything I’d ever dreamed of within finger’s reach. I dragged my finger down her clit and between her folds, circling her entrance. Finally, I pushed inside of her. She was so tight that my cock started to throb. She was going to feel so good around me that just the thought was going to unravel me.

I ran my tongue up and down her lips, then finally sucked her clit into my mouth. She mewled, her hips winding to press her pussy to my face. I held her hips down and devoured her like I’d been starving for years. Maybe I had.

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