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He works my body right to the edge, pushing his fingers back inside of me as he uses his thumb to keep working my clit. I’m so close, but I need so much more. I need to feel him. Then understanding my wild desperation, he doesn’t try to stop me when I reach for the front of his jeans. Instead, he pops the button with ease and frees his massive cock as he shifts higher, his lips coming back to the base of my throat.
I feel that addictive piercing as his cock falls against the inside of my thigh, and I can’t resist curling my hand around him, gently squeezing and roaming my fist up and down. I can barely fit my whole hand around him, and just as I stretch my thumb across his tip, he plunges his fingers deeper.
My body spasms as my orgasm blasts through me like a fiery explosion, and the sound of his hiss as I circle his tip somehow makes it stronger. “Oh, God,” I groan, my grip tightening on his thick cock as my walls convulse around his fingers.
I can’t hold still. My whole body squirms with the sweetest pleasure. “Yes, Little Birdy. Just like that. Show me how you come on my fingers.”
I still, unease derailing me like a freight train.
With his lips so close to my ear, I hear him loud and clear, and that tone . . . I know that fucking tone better than I know the reflection that stares back at me every morning in my bathroom mirror.
Horror slams through my body, and without a single second of hesitation, I release my hold around his cock and bring my foot up, slamming it against his chest and forcing him as far away as I possibly can.
That voice could only belong to one man.
Izaac fucking Banks.
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IZAAC
No. No. No. No. No.
How could I have let this happen?
My chest aches from when she shoved me away, but I barely even notice it as she scrambles to get to her feet, hastily climbing off the large ottoman.
She knows. She fucking knows.
I hear her feet against the floor as she strides toward me. “It’s you, isn’t it?” she demands, her voice shaky and filled with deep betrayal. She brushes her hand against my cheek as if tracing the lines of my face that she committed to memory by the time she was ten years old.
“Aspen,” I breathe, not knowing what to say or how to fix this, all I know is that I fucked up, and now, hearing that thick betrayal and fear in her tone, there’s no denying it. Things will never be the same again.
Hearing her name on my lips is all the confirmation she needs, and she hastily pulls away. “FUCK,” she cries out, and without being able to see that beautiful face, I know there are tears streaming down her cheeks. “How could I be so stupid?”
“Aspen, please,” I say, reaching for her, my hand falling to her waist.
She slaps it away as though it physically pains her. “Don’t touch me,” she seethes, her voice shaky and raw. “Don’t ever fucking touch me.”
“Aspen.”
“Turn the lights on,” she demands.
“Are you sure?”
“Turn the fucking lights on, Izaac. I need to see you for myself. I need to know that the man standing before me isn’t the man I think he is because the Izaac I know, the one I’ve been in love with my whole damn life, would never betray my trust like this.”
Guilt tears through me, and I feel the exact moment my heart cracks down the center. I should have made Casey turn her away. That was the whole fucking point of banning her from the club. Her picture was put at reception, and I gave Casey specific instructions to call me if Aspen were to show up again. I thought maybe she would in a few months out of sheer curiosity, but when Casey called and said Aspen was standing in reception, I couldn’t resist telling her to send her down to the VIP lounge.
The second the words were out of my mouth, I knew it was wrong. I wasn’t just betraying her trust by letting her walk through the door, I was betraying Austin’s as well. But the idea of getting to be with her again, especially after spending all day thinking about her entering her whore era with some loser from Tinder . . . fuck. I had to remind her just how fucking good it was between us.
I’d only just arrived at Cherry when Casey’s call came through, and before I even made it through the door, I was right back in my Escalade, speeding toward Vixen. It’s an eight-minute drive at this time of night, but I did it in five, and the whole fucking time, all I could think about was all the other assholes who were watching her at the bar while I sped toward her.
What the fuck is wrong with me? It’s one thing accidentally fucking my best friend’s little sister, but to take her intentionally . . . I’ve not just crossed the line, I fucking destroyed it.
Not wanting to keep her waiting, I move across the room and hastily tuck my dick back inside my pants before finding the tablet against the wall. I turn on the lighting and the room fills with a dim glow.
I’m almost too fucking scared to turn around.
