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“Don’t stop now,” he growls.

I have no intention of stopping. But I can’t say that out loud. So I lean forward enough to allow gravity to let the bra slip down my arms and fall to the floor.

He stares at me.

I shift my feet in my heels, making them click on the tile floor, and let him look.

His mouth presses into my belly, his hands pressing into my thighs, and then he is kissing me in a tender way that takes me by surprise. Almost everything about Fletcher is hard. His muscles. His cock. His attitude. His gaze.

But his mouth is soft in all the ways I’ve ever dreamed of.

“Should I…” I swallow. “Should I take my panties off?”

He looks up at me, still kissing my stomach, still rubbing his hands up and down my legs. “Only if you want me to fuck you.”

I stand there silently for a moment. We watch each other. I’m filling up with questions, but the only things I see in him are answers.

Fletcher Novak is my answer to every mystery there is.

So I thread my fingertips under the slim elastic lace and work the panties down the curve of my body the same way I did the dress. He watches my face as I do this. And my heart skips a beat.

Never have I felt so naked.

But then he moves his gaze down to the action and leans back once more. So he can take in the view. So he doesn’t miss the show. So he can enjoy himself.

My final piece of clothing falls to the floor and once again I step away from them. And in the process, I move closer to him.

I’m begging inside. Begging.

“Fuck me,” I say. “I want you to fuck me right now like I’ve never wanted anything else in my life.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

There is always a moment when you realize things have changed. You see a girl from across the room and something grabs you. Her legs, maybe. Or her hair. Or the look in her eyes. You can’t explain it, that feeling is just there. You watch her walk, you listen to her talk, and it’s never enough. You just want to stare at her. Take her all in. Memorize her. It doesn’t make sense, but that feeling is there.

I get this feeling now. Tiffy standing here in front of me. Naked. Exposed. Wanting me.

And I have two choices. Yes or no.

It feels like everything hinges on this moment. Like life will flip upside down either way.

Say no and it will hurt her. I know that. If I tell her no, she’s never coming back. She’s never going to make this offer again. She’s never going to let down her guard for another man, period.

Whatever little piece inside her that’s damaged can be cured with one nod of my head. But shake it the other way and that damaged piece grows a scar. A scar that might never go away.

And maybe I’m full of myself. Maybe I’m delusional to think that I have this kind of power. But I saw the look on those girls’ faces the other day when they came to confront me for the scars I gave them.

I can’t do that to Tiffy. I can’t. I know it’s wrong. She wants someone who can take care of her and I’m not capable of doing that. So if I was an honest guy I’d give her that scar and hope for the best. Because saying yes to this tonight means I will just crush her later. When she finds out who I am, what I’m doing, and how many lies I’ve told. All for money.

If I was a good guy, this wouldn’t even be an issue. I’d put her clothes back on and tell her we can meet up tomorrow to get the guy she really wants. Cole. Cole, the man who can provide for her. Cole, the man she’s been fantasizing about for years.

But he’s not what she thinks he is either.

So even though I’m breaking all my rules, even though I’m going against all my instincts, and even though I’m gonna regret this in the morning, I say…

“Sit on my lap.”

She spreads her legs to straddle mine and eases herself down onto my legs. I can feel the heat of her desire through my shorts and when I look down at her pussy, her lips are spread open, just slightly, giving me a peek at her clit.