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“I’m so sorry.” She rests her face against my chest, and mutters into my shirt, “I’m making all kinds of trouble for you.”
“It’s not your fault that guy was an asshole.” I lift her chin and brush away a tear with my thumb. “He’ll get what he deserves.”
“He’s not the only person in New York who will call me fat.” She shakes her head. “Insulting peopleisan art, like Sylvia said. I normally just roll my eyes, but today I couldn’t.”
“You’ve been through a lot. I’m free and itching to punch someone out.” I peer into her eyes, figuring beating someone to a pulp will ease the ache I have to get laid. “Let’s grab a cab and troll through the city.”
Instead of laughing, or telling me I’m crazy, she burrows her face back into my chest.
My shirt feels wet. Fuck, she’s crying.
I hug her tighter. “It’s okay, sugar. Let it out.”
“This is from all the stress of the last week.” She looks up at me, her big brown eyes with red rims, killing me softly.
When her lips part, like she’s inviting me in, I can’t help myself.
“Fuck ethics.” I crash my mouth down on hers.
I deepen the kiss because she tastes so damn sweet. My heart is pounding and my body comes alive with her in my arms.
Kissing Bernadette exhilarates me the way kissing Ash shocks my system. But this feels deliciously different.
I need feminine lips right now.
And more of this soft, sweet kissing. More of her. But I still want Ash. I want the three of us together.
That feminine moan further excites me.
“You’re safe with me, sugar. And fuck, I want you so bad.”
“I want that, too,” she mewls.
A rare ache of guilt stops me from unzipping right here in the elevator and taking her.
“I made my best friends buy you. I should let them have you first.” I told them not to touch her, and here I am sticking my tongue down her throat.
“They had a whole day and a half and neither of them tried.”
“God, I love how you think.”
I impatiently open my front door and jostle her inside the apartment, or I’m likely to give my neighbors a show they’ll never forget. I gently grip her arm and push her against the wall.
“If I take you, right here, right now, it’s just an act of uncontrolled passion getting the better of me.”
“Raw, unbridled fucking,” she repeats my crude comment from yesterday as she yanks down her jeans and panties, tossing them somewhere behind me. “Got it, it doesn’t mean anything.”
I didn’t say that.
“Christ, you get me.” I unzip my pants and show her my cock.
“Wow, that’s...” Her mouth forms an amazing little O.
“That wants to be inside you.”
“I need you.” She grips the lapels of my suit jacket. “I need to be fucked.”
That gives me pause. When had a woman ever said that to me?
