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I thought he was going to kiss my lips, but instead he dropped a kiss on my forehead and stepped back.

“When you’re ready to admit it, come back and see me.”

And without another word, he walked into his house, leaving me standing alone in his garage.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Justin

I had my hand on the door, ready to haul my ass back out to the garage and kiss Kristy like I’d wanted to.

I believed that she wasn’t seeing Jonathan. If she was, she wouldn’t have made such an effort to let me know the rumor wasn’t true.

Showing up at my house this early was a big deal. Whenever we spent the night together, I was usually up hours before she was.

My girl liked her sleep.

Except she wasn’t my girl. Not really. It didn’t matter what my heart thought.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

I jumped when she pounded on my door and had to smile when I heard her demand, “Justin Weaver, open this door, right now! This conversation isn’t over! I didn’t wake my ass up at the crack of dawn and sit on your stupid, uncomfortable steps for an hour and a half just for you to walk away!”

Ninety minutes?

I set my backpack on the dryer, opened the door, and hauled her inside.

When she opened her mouth to continue telling me off, I smothered her words with a kiss.

For a second, she fought responding—her body stiff and her lips unmoving. I brought my hand behind her back and pulled her closer. With a moan of surrender, her body melted into mine while her hands wound around my neck, and she gave in to the kiss.

“This doesn’t mean I’m admitting anything, by the way,” she murmured against my lips.

I broke the kiss and stepped back to stare down at her face.

Not even trying to disguise my smirk, I told her, “Yeah, it does,” then captured her lips again with mine.

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Kristy

I untied the drawstring on his scrubs and reached inside his underwear to grip his hard cock. I loved how velvety smooth it felt in my hand, and I stroked his length up and down, smearing his precum around the tip with my thumb as I did.

He yanked my nylon shorts to the ground, and I stepped out of them—then toed off my sneakers.

Justin hoisted me onto the washer, and I tugged his scrubs and underwear down at the same time until his cock bounced free.

After swiping one hand down my slit, like he was checking to see if I was wet, he pushed inside me, and we both moaned in unison when he was completely seated.

“Fuck, you feel good, beautiful.”

“So do you.” My voice was a harsh whisper as I leaned back on my elbows and wrapped my legs around his waist.

He pulled out and thrust back in, quickly finding a rhythm as he massaged my clit with his thumb.

I could already feel the orgasm creeping up my toes.

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered. “Please, don’t stop.”