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“Me.” Her voice is small, and I don’t like it as her gaze lowers to her finger tracing the letter even though she can’t see it.
I use my hand to tilt her chin up, making her eyes level with mine. “No. What I did to you.”
She swallows again and nods her head. “I should go to bed.”
Her hand drops to her lap, and I want to beg her to stay, but I don’t have that right. She’s had a hell of a night. And I know I’m the reason she hasn’t dated for so long in the first place. I doubt this experience is going to help her trust men.
I release her chin and give a clipped nod. “I’m glad you called me.”
She doesn’t make a move to leave. Instead—shockingly—she moves into my lap, her legs straddling my thighs. “Me too, Sawyer.”
I don’t dare move. Afraid it’s a dream or I’ll fuck it up as she places her hands on my chest and leans down, her lips brushing over mine slowly.
I don’t make a move, even though I’m dying to. I want to crash my lips against hers, wrap my arms around her, and hold her here with me forever.
But I remain still and let her take control as she presses her lips to mine, tentatively at first but then demanding I kiss her back. I oblige. Her tongue sweeps into my mouth and tangles with my own, pulling a moan from me.
My hands move to her back, smoothing over the silky material of her dress as we’re engaged in a war between teeth, tongues, and lips. While we’re losing ourselves in the moment, her fingers drift through my hair.
She tastes sweet, like maybe she had dessert on her date. My dick is achingly hard as she grinds on my lap, both of us a panting mess. I want her, but I can feel her resistance even before she pulls away.
She lets out a shaky breath as her eyes meet mine. “Goodnight, Sawyer.”
“You kissed me again.” The words are stupid, but they fall out of my mouth as she climbs off my lap, leaving a very prominent erection that I couldn’t hide even if I tried.
She bites on her puffy lower lip. “I wanted you to erase the memory of him.”
“And did I?”
She smiles, it’s bold and bright and so fucking beautiful as she nods. “You did. Goodnight.”
“Night.”
She walks away, heading toward the stairs, and I remain on the couch replaying every second of that kiss.
Since when am I totally whipped from a couple of kisses?
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PIPER
Ikissed him again. And what’s worse is I don’t regret it. His firm, large body under mine felt so damn good. His mouth is perfect. And the way he kisses...
Just the thought of it sends a shiver through my body. Not the best thing to be thinking about at work, but I can’t stop the smile from forming on my mouth.
It quickly disappears when Spencer walks into my office like he owns the place. Which okay, technically he does. But it’s my damn name on the door.
“Spencer.” I sit up a little straighter.
“Piper.” He takes a seat across from me at my desk. “How’s domestic life treating you?”
What the hell is he talking about? My eyebrow arches as I wait for him to elaborate. Of course, he doesn’t so I have to ask, “What do you mean?”
“You. The kid. Sawyer. All in one house. That’s got to be something else.”
I sit there, completely flabbergasted as he looks totally casual in his chair, waiting for my reply. “Kid?”
“Audrey.”
