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And then he pounds a beat into me, his finger slipping all the way into my ass as he overloads my senses.

It doesn’t take long for him to shove me back off the cliff. For my body to writhe over and over again.

This time, he follows shortly after, falling over my back and offering gentle kisses to my neck.

“Mine,” he growls.

Above me, my phone vibrates in my pants, but I ignore it, focusing on Orzo. On the insanity of our connection.

On how I know for a fact I won’t be escaping his orbit after this.

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Peeping Tom-ato

Kale

My mouth refuses to close as I watch the scene play out. I should look away.

I should leave.

I don’t.

Why is she with Orzo Roux?

The infamous bulldog of the Rouxs, the one who had been unleashed after his father Herb passed.

I had followed her to the restaurant, to Julienne’s house outside of town, and then to the club.

Did she kill him? There wasn’t any evidence he died. So what’d she do there if not?

And then I had walked on foot behind her, making sure Orzo wasn’t going to kill her.

That she wasn’t his target.

Imagine my entire surprise when it seemed they were old acquaintances.

I had never met Orzo in my youth, he was too young, hidden away by his asshole father. But Reuben and I had spoken of him.

Of his ruthlessness. His cruelty. His inability to adjust in normal society.

Last I heard, he became Reuben’s problem after Orzo’s father passed.

A jolt of guilt hits at my involvement with his death.

Why is he here now? Did Reuben send him to check in with their little assassin?

Imagine my further shock when she kissed him.

And now I am forced to stand with my mouth open as they strip their clothes, but I can’t look away.

Even though I should.

I shouldn’t watch her shirt dragged up, the hypnotic display of her pink nipples in the moonlight as she drops her bra. The splashes as they run naked into the water together. The hedonistic moan she releases as Orzo latches onto her neck.

I screw my eyes shut.

Jealousy.