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I don’t think, I just need him. I don’t even know who started the kiss—him or me—but it’s desperate. Devouring.

“Do you hate the way I kiss you?”

“I’m kissing you back. What do you think, asshole?”

I feel the smile on his lips as he deepens the kiss. My hand finds its way into his hair, while his hands slip under my ass to lift me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and roll my hips against his, drawing a low groan from his throat.

I’m breathless and shaking when he pulls just an inch away from my lips.

“We need to slow down.”

I can’t hide the disappointment written all over my face—and judging by the smirk lurking at his lips, he definitely notices.

Nick sets me down gently at the edge of the pool, my feet skimming the surface of the water. Then he pulls his phone out of his pocket and sits behind me, legs bracketing mine.

“Here, take this. The code is 101110.”

I blink, staring at the phone for a few seconds. „Why do I need to know your passcode?”

Rolling his eyes, he mutters, “Just entertain me here, will you?”

I enter the code and unlock the phone. “Now what?”

He buries his face in my hair. “Now you open my contacts list and check all the numbers I have in there.”

I start to lock his phone, but he adds quickly, “And before you say you don’t care, I know you do. Please, entertain my idea for a moment.”

Sighing, I scroll through his contacts and I’m surprised to find there are only people I know—our families, people from work, and his teammates.

He places a hand on my thigh, drawing small circles on it, and I whimper involuntarily.

“Good girl.” His voice drops. “Now, I want you to check my social accounts as well.”

He moves his hand between my legs, making me squirm. A breath of relief escapes me when I see his accounts are private.

“I changed my number this morning and turned off my DMS.”

I know this is unhealthy, but I feel so possessive and jealous when it comes to him, I can’t seem to control my reactions.

I can’t think about anything else, apart from him and his touch on me. I turn my head, bury my hand in his hair and kiss him.

The kiss is soft at first, but he starts to deepen it, our tongues tangling. He moves his hand to my centre inside my pants, and circles my clit over the panties.

“So wet. You’re soaked. Is this all for me, baby?” he murmurs against my neck.

I moan as he groans, slipping a finger under the lace and pushing it inside me.

“So tight. You feel so fucking good.”

FOURTHEEN

Nick

I’m unable to control myself when Sierra is around me, and this is something I’ve known since I was a boy.

I grab her long hair in my hand and pull, while I push a second finger inside her, groaning at how tight she feels.

“I want this to work… and I need you to give us a chance.”