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I lean my mouth to her ear. “You smell like him. You just fucked him, didn’t you?”

She keeps herself steady. “So, what if I did? Would it matter to you?”

I lean back and look at her and arch both my brows. Her legs are spread now and fuck me, she’s not even wearing any underwear.

She reeks of sex.

I chew on my bottom lip and ask her, “Maison wasn’t enough for you, baby? You need more?”

She snickers, pulling her long blonde hair over her shoulder. I can’t even hide my pulsing erection, and she slides her fingers right over it. No more pretending.

“I’m not sure any guy is quite enough for me except you, Micah Matei.”

Damn. The way she’s been hitting on me, touching me. Following me …

She came to that party for me. I knew it then, and I know it now. Maison doesn’t deserve this, despite screwing around on her.

I clench my jaw. “Is that so?”

She grabs the jar of jelly she left out and grabs a spoonful, rubbing her tongue over it. “You’re going to kiss me, Micah.”

A bit of it falls on her thigh, and I shake my head. “Go to bed, Olivia. I’m not going to fuck my twin’s girlfriend, especially when you’re so drunk.”

She leans back, opens herself up for me, and slides her fingers in between her legs, rubbing herself. “It didn’t stop you before,” she says, hitching a breath from the pleasure she’s giving herself.

My adrenaline spikes again.

She runs her tongue along her bottom teeth, and she lets out a breathy moan. “That first night, I know it was you who fucked me first. Don’t even pretend to deny it.”

My usual stone-cold demeanor completely drops at this bomb she’s throwing down at me.

How did she fucking know?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My voice literally cracks, watching her play with herself. It’s probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

She licks the rest of her jelly off her spoon, spilling even more of it on herself. This time it falls in between her legs, and my arousal nips at me.

“Come on,” she whispers. “It was so obvious. You two are completely different.”

I scoff but can’t help but run my finger over the jelly on her thigh, bringing it to my fingers to taste it. “You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about, sweetheart. You were drunker that night than you are now.”

She leans forward and cups my head into her hands, her eyes blaze into me. “If you don’t fuck me, I will tell everyone what you did. I will ruin you, Micah.”

What the actual fuck.

She runs her hands through my hair, and a smile spreads on her lips. “You definitely won’t get into an Ivy League school or the NHL with that kind of charge on your record.”

I can’t tell what I am more, fucking furious or horny beyond belief. This bitch is blackmailing me into fucking her. My eyes drop to another jelly splotch on her ivory skin, right below the hem of her shirt.

She keeps her gaze on me and runs her hands along my back. “I will keep your secret if you just give me what I want right now.”

Annoyance tugs at my gut. “Which is what exactly, Olivia? What do you want from me?”

She flicks her eyes down to the jam mess she’s made on herself. “I want you to clean me up to start.”

Easy enough.

I lean down and grab her leg, which she lifts to meet my grip. I run my tongue up her thigh, licking up every bit of that strawberry jam off her. My dick gets harder with every second that passes. She runs her fingers through my hair and arches her back. “Now here,” she whispers when I’m done and looks down between her legs. My dick twitches, now a painful bulge against my boxers, pushing an ache through my entire body.