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Shutting the door back as silently as I can, I fall back against the concrete wall behind me.

Holy fuck.

Everything in me is screaming to open the door back up, to see who the woman is that has made her way onto his…

Where did she even come from?

An unknown emotion stampedes through my gut, as if I am drawn to the woman inside, but I force the insanity down.

I need to set up my date with Cinnamon.

Mind made up, I force myself back upstairs, even as everything in my being screams to go back.

To rip Orzo off that woman.

To take his place.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

35

Bag Clips and Sticky Thighs

Cinnamon

How did I end up here?

“Fuck!”

Orzo rolls his hips, his chest rubs against my sensitive nipples.

The ones currently being pinched by bag clips.

He burrows into my neck, his hot breath fanning the sensitive skin there.

One of his hands uses my ass as a handle, the other cups the back of my neck.

“Orzo,” I pant.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well, let me just…” He drags me down further onto his cock.

The stretch is familiar, too much, not enough.

He releases my neck, his fingers trailing between us, one flicks at my nipple that’s being pinched by the wire bag clip.

The sensation is electric, a jolt directly to my core, and I clench around him.

“I knew you would like that.” His voice is gruff and lathered in his intent.

He is overwhelming all of my senses. And as he does, terror decides to infiltrate.

“This doesn’t mean anything.” I pant around the lie. “I’m going to go fu—”

He pulls all the way out and slams back in. Dropping my ass so I am fully on the bar, he pinches my chin, forcing me to take his pain head on.

“You can have your choice of men, but don’t be dishonest with me. I know you feel this connection just as much as I do.”

There’s a heaviness to his tone, a thick sort of desperation that causes me to falter.