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“Like a nightmare?” I smirk.

“Exactly.” He grabs a handful of my hair and holds my face to his. The dominance of the act sends my pheromones into overdrive. “There isn’t a day goes by that I don’t fuck myself while I imagine it’s you.”

The sanity rubber band snaps, and I don’t care who sees us—I kiss him with everything that I have.

My tongue swirls against his. His hands snap around my behind as he holds me close.

And right here in the middle of the club, we forget where we are.

Kissing like our lives depend on it.

His hands drag me over his hardened cock in his suit pants, and I whimper.

It’s going to be so good.

“I need you beneath me,” he growls into my mouth as he bites my lip. “Right fucking now.”

“Let’s go,” I pant.

He grabs my hand and drags me out of the club, and once outside, he drags me around to the side alley and slams me up against the wall and kisses me again.

Like animals we dry hump each other, desperately trying to get more of each other in the shortest time possible. His hands slide up and down my bare legs. His thick erection nudges firmly against my stomach.

“You’re going to make me blow right here, baby girl.”

I stare up at him, lost somewhere between heaven and hell. He runs his hand up my thigh and under my dress. His fingers slip underneath the side of my panties, and he inhales sharply as he feels my creamy sex.

“So fucking wet for me.” He slides two of his thick fingers into my sex, and I shudder around him. “I’m going to fuck you so good,” he growls into my ear.

My head tips back with a moan. His fingers pick up the pace as he begins to work me with them, and I spread my legs to give him greater access.

My eyes flick up the alley toward the club. Anyone could walk around the corner right now and catch us.

The sound of my wet body sucking him echoes around us, and I see stars.

All the beautiful stars: the whole galaxy and then some.

“I knew you’d come around,” he murmurs against my neck. “Finally see us for what we are.”

Huh?

“And what is that?” I pant. His fingers become almost violent.

God . . . that’s good.

“This is when we are at our best.” He twists his fingers, and we both cry out on the cutting edge of an orgasm.

So close we can taste it.

“Sexual soulmates. We don’t need a relationship; we just need to fuck each other’s brains out.” He jerks his hand. “Take care of each other’s needs.”

My arousal fog evaporates, and my eyes snap open.

“What?” I push his hand away. “What do you mean?”

“Juliet.” He grabs my behind to drag me back over his cock. “Get on it.”

“I still want the same thing, Henley,” I snap. “Nothing has changed for me.”

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