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She closes her eyes. “Im here for a reason. I’m sorry.”
I shake my head. “Not good enough.”
I place my hand on her leg beneath the table, and sheinstantly stills. Then, I slowly slide my fingers up the inside of her thigh until I hear the soft catch of her breath.
“Stop,” she whispers.
I shake my head, moving further, over the material of her tight jean shorts to dip beneath the waistband. I watch her face as her breathing speeds, sliding my fingers across her smooth skin, beneath her lace panties and deep inside the warm, wet core of her. She bites her lip to stay silent.
“Tell me why,” I ask again. “Why him?”
I slowly move my fingers inside her, my thumb circling her clit. I stroke her like an instrument, increasing the tempo as I feel her body leaning into me. I glance around the table at everyone engrossed in conversation, completely unaware of our indiscretion. Her eyes begin to close, her head falling back onto Evan’s arm still wrapped around her chair.
“Look at me,” I demand roughly, and her eyes meet mine again. Her breath comes in pants, her body trembling. “Tell me it’s him you want as I make you come.”
Her hand slides into her shorts and grips mine, pushing it deeper inside of her. Her nails dig into my skin, her muscles tightening around my fingers. My cock strains against the ridged denim of my jeans, and it takes every ounce of restraint I have not to drag her out of here.
“I hate you,” she whispers breathlessly, her hips rocking imperceptibly against my hand.
“Wrong answer,” I say, removing my fingers and pulling my hand out of her shorts as she trembles on the edge. Her lips fall open in surprise, her eyes glaring at me with a mix of desire and frustration. I raise my hand to my lips and lick her from myfingers.
“I’m about ready to go,” Evan says, turning toward Ivy. “Are you?”
She glances between Evan and I, her breathing unsteady.
“I need to use the restroom,” she replies, standing from the table. Evan returns to his conversation with Rhonda, and I watch her weave through the crowd toward a darkened hallway at the back of the building. I give her a moment, then follow. When I reach the hallway, I push back against the bathroom door as it closes, and step into the single stall with her. The door clicks as I lock it, and I turn to face her.
Her long purple hair falls around her shoulders, her bright green eyes narrowed in question.
“Last night meant something,” I say, reaching out to skim my fingers over her jaw. “If you tell me it was nothing, I’ll turn and leave right now. I’ll leave you alone.”
She grabs my hands, pulling them gently from her face as she shakes her head. “I can’t think straight when you touch me.”
“I know you said it’s just sex, but I don’t believe it. I can feel it when you look at me across the kitchen. The way your heartbeat speeds when I touch you.” I lean in closer to her as she backs against the concrete wall, my eyes falling on her full, soft lips. “I can’t feel this way about you, and see you with him.”
“Then stop,” she says, frustration lacing her words. “If you need me to tell you it meant nothing, then I will.” Her eyes lock defiantly with mine. “I. Feel.Nothing. For you.”
I shake my head. “Liar.”
“Now let me go,” she whispers.
“I can’t,” I admit, losing the fight inside myself and closing the distance between us, wrapping my arms around her. My lips collide with hers, hungry and desperate, devouring her softsound of surprise. I expect her to protest, but she doesn’t, her arms sliding around my neck, her body molding to mine.
I deepen the kiss, my tongue thrusting against hers as my hands roam over her, pulling her closer. Her lips trail across my jaw and down my neck. I growl and slide my hands under her shirt and beneath her bra, filling my hands with her breasts. My thumbs stroke over the barbells in her nipples, and I kiss her to silence the moan that tumbles from her lips.
Her hands skim across my chest and beneath my shirt, dragging her nails down my back. I pin her to the wall with my hips, my cock pressing hard between her thighs. I’m drunk on her. Lost in her. Hopeless and reckless, I feel my control slipping.
“Tell me again,” I urge, desperate to hear it. “Say you feel nothing for me.” Her eyes meet mine, clouded with desire and a need that matches my own.
“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” She asks breathlessly.
I shake my head. “I want you. All of you. If I take you again,” I rasp against her lips, my hands sliding down her body and along the curve of her ass. “You’re mine.”
A frustrated breath escapes her, and she shoves hard against my chest. My eyes narrow, and I take a step back.
“I can’t give you what you want,” she says, anger flaring in her eyes. “Obviously, I have feelings for you. But I can’t be yours. When I walk out that door, I’m going home with Evan. Nothing we can say or do in this room will change that.” She curses, running a hand through her hair. “I can’t believe I’m having this argument right now. My self-control is shit when I’m around you.”
A muscle ticks in my jaw as emotions war inside me. “Youknow what? I’m done. I came here to fight for you, but it doesn’t matter, does it? He’s already won, and I have no idea how. I have no fucking breadcrumbs to lead me back to the mysterious place where the two of you fell for each other.”
