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Andoh my stars, can he kiss.

He’s rough and bossy and dominating, and I’m here for it.

For his plump lips and the heat of his breath and the slide of his tongue against mine.

All in.

Complete certainty.

My skin buzzes like I’m the lightning’s next target.

My nipples tighten.

The heat between my thighs builds, and a thick ridge grows against my stomach.

Bad.

This would be bad.

But I want—I want to be bad.

I want to do something I can’t take back, and get to the other side, and see that life goes on.

And I want to enjoy every damn minute of it.

With Declan.

I slide my hands down his broad chest, around his hips, to grip his ass.

He growls low in his throat, grips my ass right back, and lifts me, nestling his hard-on between my thighs, andoh, yes.

Yes.

This.

Grinding against his erection while our tongues tangle and he stumbles as he carries me until I’m against a wall and he makes those low moans in the back of his throat and squeezes my ass and lights my skin on fire.

I can’t get enough.

Want more.

Want more of all of this bad, bad thing that we’re doing.

Our secret thing.

He adjusts his hold on my butt, reaching beneath my skirt one hand at a time to palm me with just the thin barrier of my cotton panties between his skin and my bare ass, and I jerk my hips harder against his erection.

Naked.

We have to get naked.

We have to?—

A door slams.

“Ginny?” Heath calls. “You in here?”

I jolt out of the kiss with a startled, horrified gasp.