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The brush of her hips against my crotch elicited another small groan.

She plunged her lips into mine. I took it from there. Bringing a hand to her small waist, my tongue caressed her mouth.

My hands moved from her waist to her chest as I slowly backed her against the wall.

She arched into me. I kneaded her breast through the light material of her shirt.

Bringing my head to her chest, I took her clothed nipple between my teeth.

It took every bit of restraint not to yank her dress off and fuck her against the railings.

But that’d be fucking myself over...again.

When her hand slid down to hold my pulsing dick, I paused, then stopped.

With great restraint, I gently put her down.

“We shouldn’t,” I rasped.

We really shouldn’t. There were sides…I couldn’t pick hers.

thirty-two

Evie

“You're saying you fucked your boss?”

I swallowed. “Yes.”

“Twice?”

“Yes.”

“And your dad found out?”

I rubbed my temples. “Yes.”

“Wh—”

“Emma, yes. Everything is just like I told you,” I sighed, resisting the urge to shut my eyes.

I told her everything, from Sophie to Ethan and Dad. She couldn't make me regret telling her.

The silence that followed was unexpected. Suddenly, my heart picked up at a harsh pace.

Was she judging me? Was she blaming me?

I knew Emma wasn't —

“Girl! Why’d you keep this tea from me for so long?”

I released a breath. “I'm supposed to be professional with him. It's not exactly a thing to be proud of.”

“Pfft. Who cares about pride? Pride belongs to lions. Interaction, however, sexual interaction, belongs to humans.” she whispered suggestively.

After that day in the office, when I told her I wanted to talk, I chickened out. Instead, I just told her I missed mom.

I sighed. “But it's not… right.”

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