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“Don’t let the fear you carry become so heavy you don’t live.” She knew so little about me. About who I was outside the beige sponge-painted walls of the facility. About who I used to be. And yet her advice was poignant and spot-on. “Promise me, sweet girl. I lived ninety-six years, but I didn’t live nearly enough.”
The dark, scowling asshole. The iPad-wielding nerd. The huge, tatted emo boy. The gruff, gorgeous jock.
“She knows what I need her phone for.” Good grief. He may as well have just whispered the filthiest dirty talk in my ear with the way my body tingles in response to his words.
He pushes open a random door and pulls me inside behind him. And before I have time to get my bearings, he’s shoving me against the closed door, circling my throat with his hand, and squeezing ever so slightly. Fuck.
Deftly, he undoes the button. Then he pulls back and searches my face. “Yeah?” I swear to god my pussy clenches. I fucking love a man who understands consent.
“Stop fucking around and lick it like a good boy. I want to come, then I need to see what you’re packing.”
“I’m going to come,” I pant. And like the good boy he is, he changes nothing about what he’s doing. Just peeks up at me and keeps the perfect tempo.
“Thank you for blowing me off, then snatching me out of my bed like the goddamned football fuckboy mafia?” “That’d be a good band name,” Kylian murmurs so softly I almost don’t hear him, still tapping away at the tablet propped on his thighs. “Football Fuckboy Mafia.”
Then he’s stepping forward and crowding my space. He grips my chin with his thumb and two fingers, tilting my head to meet his gaze. “Hot or cold?” he murmurs. “Those are the options?” I swallow my anger and inhale sharply as he lowers his lips until they’re a breath away from brushing mine. “I don’t do in between well, Jo. And I don’t always notice subtlety. So if you need me to pick when it comes to you…”
“Hot.” He captures my mouth, pressing a searing kiss to my lips. Then he pulls back for one second, adding, “So fucking hot,” and claims my mouth again while his fingers caress up my arm and tangle in my hair.
“You said you weren’t sure where things stand between us, so now I’ll make it abundantly clear as often as possible.”
“That’s it. Suck it. Suck it like the needy girl you are and let me see you.”
“Fuck. I’m right there, too. Let go for me, Jo. Show me how good I make you feel. Show me how good you can be for me.”
Decker wears his emotions on his sleeve. He’s passion and fire, joy and pain. Quick to anger. Fast to forgive. He thinks he hides it well, but even I can read him easily. He only knows how to feel deeply. He approaches everything with intensity, full stop. He’d make a shit poker player. But he’s an excellent friend.
“You’re okay, Josephine. You can go back to hating me in the morning, but tonight, I’ve got you.”
Satisfaction sparks inside me at the idea that Decker broke his own rules for me. I guess even almond daddies have to make exceptions from time to time.
I raise one brow, and his onyx eyes darken at the challenge. He wants me to come to him. He’s willing me to his side without a word. I have to fight my body’s natural urge to obey. The tension between us is palpable.
“I want you. He wants you. The only question now is, what do you want?” Him. Them. I want it all.
“Baby, tasting him on you makes this even hotter. Stop worrying and let me work. No more talking. Unless you want to scream my name or tell me you’re coming.”
“You’re so needy. Such a filthy, needy girl, getting fucked by my best friend, then coming up here begging for me to give you more.”
“Say it again,” he demands. “Daddy,” I whimper without overthinking. “Please, Daddy. I need you.” He whistles. “Yep. That’ll do it. New kink unlocked.”
