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A tightening begins low in my stomach. My body is on fire and I come with a scream.
He winks as he licks his fingers clean. “You taste sweet, lass.”
And fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve seen in my life.
As the haze of my orgasm retreats, I decide to turn the tables on him. I pull him onto the bed and straddle his hips.
???
I collapse on the bed next to him and reach for my phone to check for messages. I can’t believe my eyes when I see it’s almost three in the morning. We’ve been at it for five hours. He pulls me close and kisses the top of my head.
“That was,” he laughs. “fucking incredible. We should make a habit of this.”
I know for a fact a guy like this wants nothing to do with a girl like me. His apartment confirms my hunch. I’m lying on silk sheets. The abstract art lining the walls of his bedroom and the highrise view of Boston tell me this guy’s out of my league.
So I just laugh. “Yeah, right.”
He tugs me into his arms. I let his warmth seep into me and indulge in the fantasy this could be my life.
“I’ll win you over yet,” he murmurs.
In minutes, he’s asleep.
I gather up my clothes and sneak out of the apartment and then building, calling my half brother Liam.
Liam is still awake, and it isn’t long before he pulls up on his Harley. He takes off his helmet and surveys the high rises, whistling softly.
He looks out of place in his well-worn Dullahans’ jacket.
Physically, our blue eyes are the only similarities between us. In every other regard, I look like my mom. I’m tall and slim. He’s another inch taller and makes up for his lack of height in width. A burly brawler, that’s my brother.
“What are you doing in this part of town, Aurora?”
I roll my eyes. “You know what I’m doing here.”
Liam laughs. “Guess I do. Look at you hooking up with a rich boy. Ain’t you something?”
I hop onto the back of his bike. “Just drive, jerk.”
He laughs as he starts the engine.
Chapter 2
Aurora
One year later
Ithrow my books into my backpack. The module on digital marketing is killing me. It’s so bad I can’t remember why I’m pursuing a marketing degree. But if I can make it through my first year at Wellesley, I can handle my second.
I hope.
“You know what would help?” my best friend Lauren asks.
Today, her long blonde hair is up in a messy bun. Dark circles under her eyes look worse underneath the fluorescent lighting. She’s been up half the night filming content again. About once a week she turns up looking like she slept in a dumpster after pulling an all-nighter.
“If you took the exam for me?” I suggest.
As a social media influencer with a million followers, Lauren is a born marketing genius.
