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“I don’t fucking know if I trust you, Cat. I don’t care if you manipulate or try to. But if it’s really Jac you want, then…” I shrug. “That’s a game I’m not into.”
“And if I want you both?”
I don’t answer. Because that’s what it is. She wants us both. “I don’t fucking know. Jac hates me and you know that. And…I hate him, too.” I go to the window that overlooks the glitter of Delacroix City. “I’m not sure it’s a game I want to play.”
“But you still love me, don’t you?”
I close my eyes a moment. “Don’t play that card. It won’t fucking work.”
“Hendrick.” Her voice is soft and she comes up behind me, her reflection approaching in the glass. “Do you?”
“Do you?” I turn it back on her. “Love me?”
The fucked-up thing with this game? We both know it’s not going anywhere. Love doesn’t mean shit. But it’s like we fall into it. The magnetic pull to each other. And I know her answer before she says it because it’s mine, too.
“Yes.” Her whisper’s electric shocks over my skin.
And against all my better judgement, I say, “Are you going to shower or do I have to make you?”
“Make me.”
I smile.
That pull I’ve been fighting against since I saw her climb down the hotel’s side eases as I give in to it, and we’re drawn, hard, to each other. It heats the air, increases her breathing, and I slowly unzip the hoodie, noting the thump of the things in the pockets as it hits the ground.
Next goes her top, then her bra, and I feast visually on her perfect handful of breasts. Her nipples are stiff, begging for me, and I bend, taking one in my mouth.
She always tastes sweet. It’s no different now.
Whatever else she wants—whoever else—there’s no denying her need for me. Her ragged sigh scrapes slow over my senses, and I bite, makes her gasp and arch her back and whisper, “No…don’t…”
Even as she clutches at me.
I lift my head, and her grip increases like she’s going to lose what’s coming, like I’m going to deny her.
And…I think I’m going to do just that. Add some fucking spice and torture to the evening, but first…
“No?” I drop, pulling off her shoes. “Don’t?”
Next, I yank down her pants and panties and push her thighs apart.
She’s wet. Of course she’s fucking wet, and I blow on her clit until she makes a strangled sound, hips moving.
“I can stop,” I tease.
“Fuck you, Hendrick,” she snarls. “I said no, not—”
“Blue? Maybe that was for your other lover, cunt. Maybe I’m not interested in sloppy seconds.”
With that I shove two fingers into her. And I pump. Coming in to suck on her clit.
“Oh…God… M-Maybe you like sloppy seconds…”
I bite down on her clit and tug it, running my tongue over that sensitive nub, knowing I’m being borderline cruel, imparting a mix of pleasure and pain.
“He didn’t…not…”
I let her go, pull out my fingers, and walk her backwards to the bathroom. I press her against the cold glass of the shower. “I know where he went. You’re not as mysterious as you think you are, little dirty Cat.”
