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Something electric. Some kind of charge running through my body.

At first I think it’s desire.

But then I realize it’s not.

His words are an echo of mine.

I fell for him. I fell for him hard.

Things I’ve been thinking about all week since we started putting this plan in motion. And the fact that he’s now parroting them back at me means… I must’ve said them out loud tonight. At some point he heard this come out of my mouth and now he’s just telling me what he thinks I want to hear.

Because how perfect would it be if I kidnapped Jesse Boston, got him in this vulnerable position, took all his power away—and then gave it all back because he knows how to lie like a champion?

I don’t think so, asshole.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN - JESSE

Oh, she is eating this up. It’s so easy, I almost feel guilty. No wonder I did this so much back when I was young. Girls, man. They believe anything.

But when her hand slips down inside my pants I suck in a breath of surprise at just how good that feels.

Back when we knew each other—if what we had even counted as knowing each other—we were kids. Everything on her part was a little hesitant, a little uncertain, and she had a shyness about her that’s definitely not present now.

“Do you like that?” she asks. Her hand is fully wrapped around my cock and she squeezes it hard as she says this to me.

“Mmmm-hmm,” I groan. Because whatever we’re doing, I can’t pretend I’m not enjoying myself.

“I like it too,” she purrs into my ear. “Put your fingers inside me.”

Holy shit. Fuck yeah. “Don’t have to tell me twice,” I murmur into her mouth as I kiss her.

Her tongue responds, twisting up against mine as I slide her panties aside and begin to play with her clit. She’s nice and wet for me too. So nice and wet. I want to do everything to this girl right now.

Last chance, right? Because when this is over, we’re done. She will never talk to me again.

And good. I’m so through with her. I did like her. Both back then and tonight before she fucking abducted me.

“You’re thinking too hard,” Emma purrs, taking her kiss to my neck.

Holy fuck, that feels good.

“Sorry.” I chuckle. “I just want you,” I say.

“So take me,” she coos. “Right here, right now.”

And then she pulls back and looks me straight in the eyes. For a second I think, Oh, shit. She’s on to me. She’s gonna walk out. Get my dick all hard and ready then just… disappear on me the way I did her, all those years ago.

But that serious look on her face fades and then… it’s just her. The girl I remember. The sweet one at the shaved ice stand. The one who captured my attention like no other girl ever had before, or has since.

She backs up until she hits the kitchen island. Places both her hands flat on the edge, and pulls herself up until she’s sitting.

I’m transfixed on her face for a few more seconds. But my eyes wander down to her fingertips, which are pulling the middle part of her dress aside to reveal her black lace panties.

I lick my lips.

“Yeah?” she asks, pulling her panties aside and flashing me her pussy.

“Yeah.” I nod. And I completely mean it too. To hell with the games. I’ll think about that shit later.