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I brace myself as I gently press my lips to hers because I’m acutely aware it’s going to ruin me.
When she stiffens slightly under my touch, my heart is on the verge of shattering into pieces. Then, just when I think I’ve totally misread this situation, her hands floats to the back of my neck and she pulls me closer, kissing me back.
A groan escapes the back of my throat as I deepen the kiss, sweeping my tongue across her lower lip. God, she’s so soft—like silk.
When she moans, then opens her mouth to give me access, it’s the best fucking feeling in the world.
My tongue sweeps inside, tangling with hers, and fuck me, she tastes like bubble gum. A fitting flavor that symbolizes her seductive blend of innocence perfectly.
The tip of her tongue flicks at mine and suddenly, my hands are in her hair and hers are in mine. She hops into my lap, pulling herself closer as she presses her upper body to mine.
I’ve never felt anything so good—so monumental.
This was how it was always supposed to be.
Lily and me.
She was always meant to bemine.
The door to the elevator dings, startling us both and forcing us to spring apart.
“What the hell—?” Cal asks, his eyes wide and hand on his walkie.
It feels like the wind’s been knocked out of me. Between that earth-shattering kiss that was just getting going and the spike of adrenaline from Cal’s interruption, I can’t seem to catch my breath.
My eyes dart from Cal—who looks too fucking amused for his own good—to Lily.
Panic floods her features and I reach out to her, trying to reel her back in.
“Oh, shit. Oh,fuck,” she gasps. Her hands fly to her hair as she walks around to the other side of her chair and starts to pace. “What have we done?”
CHAPTER22
Lily
London stands quickly, his hair a tousled mess and face as flushed as mine feels. His lips are swollen andoh, my god.
If I look anything like he does...
I tug on the ends of my hair, trying to straighten it as if that’s going to help anything right now.
I pretty much have a scarlet letter painted on my chest.
London turns to his security guy and practically shouts, “What in the hell are you doing up here, Cal?”
“I should ask you the same question,” Cal responds, shooting us both a pointed stare.
Heat creeps up my neck and my cheeks burst into flames.
If there was any question before, there isn’t now.
He saw everything.
How could he not? I was practically attacking London’s face.
My stomach rolls and I think I’m going to be sick.
God, I’m so messed up.
