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My body tightens as her words hit me, and my heart breaks for Maison. She’s not lying, I can tell by her body language, the way she’s wrapping her arms around herself.

I close my eyes to avoid her penetrating gaze as she waits for my response. This can’t happen. How could she think we could ever be together? Maison would never forgive me. I’d lose him over this. He was explicit in what he was offering me, and it was supposed to be physical. She wasn’t supposed to fall for me.

I keep my voice soft and delicate. “Olivia, we can’t be together.”

She crawls over the center console and straddles me, her soft waves falling in her oval face. “Why not, Micah?” she whispers and rolls her hips over me. “You like me. I know you do.”

My dick hardens as she grinds herself over it and lets her dress ride up. I wrap my hands and grip her ass on instinct.

Instinct.

Fuck, why does she have to be so hot?

“He’s my twin, Olivia. This is betraying him on so many levels.”

She presses her lips into mine, and I don’t push her away even though I can taste and smell the liquor on her breath. “I want you so bad, Micah,” she murmurs in a soft slur. “It should have been you from the start.”

That’s not true. I’ve seen her with Maison. She’s happy with him. He makes her laugh and smile in a way I never do. If she could have gotten away with having both of us, she would have. She only chose because I forced it.

She deepens her kiss and presses her tits into me, and fuck me, it feels like heaven. Maybe it would have been easier to keep this going. She was being discreet. No one would have known. Ignoring her during the day was easy, and fucking her late at night was bliss.

It was working.

She pulls her lips from mine and slips her finger through the thin layer of fabric she’s wearing for underwear and moans my name. She fucking knows how much I love hearing my name.

I pull her lips into mine, our kisses getting even more desperate. My body completely gives way to her. Every part of me is screaming for her now.

She reaches down and pulls open my top button. I wiggle and help her pull my dick out as she slips off her thong, and I can’t help but trace my fingers on the yellow bruises on her neck.

The bruises I gave her.

Fuck. This chick will be the death of me. She’s a master at seduction, and I play right into it every time. If I do this right now, if I fuck her, I’m drawing a line in the sand. I’ll be allowing this girl to put a wedge between me and my brother. I love my brother more than anyone, even my parents.

Maison is like the other side of my soul. A brighter, happier side.

And this chick is the fucking devil.

I pull my lips off her. “Olivia, stop. We can’t do this right now. You have to get off me.”

I won’t hurt her this time … this time I’ll try being soft.

Her eyes are completely glassed over, and she squeezes her legs tighter like she has no intention of getting off me. “Stop? You want me to stop?” she slurs. “You didn’t give me that option the first night, Micah.”

My body goes rigid. There are those fucking threats again. Her hand wraps around my dick, and it throbs as she strokes it. I shake my head as I watch her work. “You need help, Olivia. Let me drive you home. This isn’t normal.”

She laughs. “That is priceless coming from you. We are both broken, Micah. That’s why we work. That’s why our sex is as amazing as it is.”

She leans forward and slides her wet pussy right over me and moans as she rolls her body. “You like this, Micah,” she whispers in my ear. “I know you do.” She presses the button to slide the seat back. “Just let it happen.”

I lie back, defeated, as she rides my cock hard. She pants and moans and I rest my hands on her hips, enjoying how amazingly tight she is. I keep my eyes open and watch her. On the outside, she’s perfect. Long blonde hair which hangs over her oval face. Thin hips—thick ass and perfect tits. She grabs my hand and moves it to her nipples as she bounces on top of me.

I forget about everything, just her wet pussy and amazing body. When I fuck her, I forget how fucked up I really am. I lose myself inside her.

That’s the fucking problem.

She leans forward and whispers in my ear, “I love you, Micah.”

Too much—