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Did I hear that right?

“Not affected?” I ask, pushing her firmly back into my lap and lifting my hips. “What the hell do you think is between your legs then?”

A shaky breath escapes her lips as she moans helplessly.

“Do you want to come, Thalia?” I ask, arrogance pouring from every word.

“Mhm… yes.”

“Then use me.”

That’s all she needs to hear.

Thalia starts moving her hips, aligning herself perfectly—her pussy right over my cock—and if I’m not careful, I might actually finish in my pants like some inexperienced teenager.

I lower my mouth again, catching her nipple between my teeth before soothing it with my tongue, then giving the same attention to the other. All the while, I let her use me exactly the way she needs, clinging to every shred of self-restraint not to tear my pants off, shove hers aside, and bury myself deep inside her in one brutal thrust.

She’s close.

I can feel it in her ragged breaths, in the way her hand tightens painfully in my hair, in her hard nipples pressed against my mouth.

My hands grip her hips, pressing her harder against my cock. And she breaks, moaning and trembling violently in my arms as the orgasm rips through her.

It’s the first time I’ve ever been this focused on a woman, and the sight of her coming undone on me is the most satisfying thing I’ve ever experienced.

As the waves of her high slowly fade, her hand slips from my hair, then from my shoulder. She pulls her soaked top back down over her breasts and stands abruptly—without a word, avoiding my eyes.

And I let her.

I don’t stop her.

Because I know it.

We’ve crossed a line I never thought I’d be capable of crossing.

And I can’t pretend it didn’t happen, not when the man waiting for her in their bed doesn’t deserve this.

And the only one to blame is me.

Fuck.

ELEVEN

Thalia

I can’t look Ethan in the eye. Ever. I can’t even face Irina, can’t sit there making small talk about random things, laughing at jokes or pretending nothing happened.

What the hell was I thinking? I can’t believe I was capable of doing something like that.

He has a relationship. He has a girlfriend. And I… I rubbed myself against him until I came.

Maybe they have some kind of open relationship—I remember perfectly well that not too long ago he spent a night with Jessica. But that doesn’t make this okay. It doesn’t change the fact that I’m not that kind of woman. I’ve never done anything sexual with a stranger—or with a friend, for that matter. I’ve never had sex at all.

And that’s something no one knows. And I want to keep it that way.

How would it sound if people found out that at almost twenty-eight-years-old I’m still a virgin? At least Sierra waited for Nick—she’s been in love with him forever. But me? What excuse do I have? None.

Sure, I could say I’m focused on my future and my career. That I worked nonstop to get out of that place I called ”home” for most of my teenage years. That I didn’t have the time—or the space—to let a man into my life. And while all of that is true, it doesn’t erase the shame I feel at the thought of admitting it.