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Angling closer, he kisses me without warning, his soft lips pressing against mine, his tongue licking at the seam until I let him in with a groan. One hand snakes its way up to my cheek, and he holds me as he pulls back and hits me with the warmest smile I think I’ve ever received. “I’m really here.”
“Are you going to walk away from me again?” I ask, afraid of the answer but determined to be prepared.
Needing to be prepared.
Jay shakes his head. “No, Kitten. Your family will have to chase me away. I’m not giving you up for anything.”
33
TWO PRINCES BY SPIN DOCTORS
JAY
It’s sick and twisted of me to stride into my enemy’s apartment with his daughter’s hand in mine, with every intention of stealing another one of her firsts tonight. But I’ve never denied being a sick and twisted man.
Last time I was here, I couldn’t wrap my head around the bomb Cat dropped on me. Now, I couldn’t give a fuck what her last name is. I hate her father enough to want to destroy him in any way possible. In the past, I would have made this about him, taken everything I wanted and then some.
But now, all I see is her.
The girl I first laid eyes on in the coffee shop. The one I followed on the train just to get her to talk to me. The woman who shared a piece of herself that day at lunch, who misses her mother, who has insecurities that I’ll never understand, and who gave me the first meaningful kiss of my life.
Others have come before her, but no one could ever come after.
Tonight is all about her.
She makes me want to be better. And so much worse. I want to give her everything. If that means a public act in a seedy club, then so be it. If it means giving her my blessing to experiment with other women, I’ll make it work. Witnessing her pleasure is enough for me. I still have a rock-hard erection, and while I wouldn’t turn her down if she wanted to address that, I’m so focused on tasting her, on watching her come again, I can’t think straight.
My pleasure is derived from hers alone.
Cat moves around the kitchen, her heels echoing against the hardwood floors, while I settle on the couch, running my thumb against my lip, watching her.
“Here, you look like you could use this,” Cat says as she hands me a glass of amber liquid.
“Whiskey?” I ask, clear amusement in my tone.
She nods, settling next to me, watching me, her eyes bright in anticipation. I bring the lowball to my lips and take a sip, grimacing when I recognize the James brand immediately and cough obnoxiously.
“Jerk,” she mumbles through a laugh, pushing against my arm.
“It’s terrible,” I say, smirking back at her.
Cat rolls her eyes and takes a sip of her water. She sets her glass on the side table and unzips one of her knee-high boots, then the other.
“You didn’t want to have a glass of terrible whiskey like me?” I ask in mock horror.
She laughs, tossing a boot to the floor. “I don’t drink whiskey.”
With my free hand on my heart, I fall back against the couch. “You wound me, Catherine Bouvier. Wound me!”
The smile that lights up her face is worth millions.
“You’d change your mind if you tried my whiskey,” I tell her, hauling myself up and setting the whiskey on the table. I don’t need the buzz, anyway. Not when I have her by my side.
Cat moves so she’s sitting on her knees and leans back against the couch. “I prefer vodka.”
“And how do you like it, Kitten?”
She bites on her plump red lower lip. “Extra dirty,” she purrs.
