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“Oh look, if it isn’t—” My favorite devil’s spawn. I bit off the rest of my words when Josh raised a challenging brow. “My best friend’s brother.”
Only a few things in life were certain: death, taxes, and the fact that Josh Chen and I would never be friends.
Bed. Singular. As in, there was only one. And I had to share it with Jules Ambrose. Kill me now.
Flirting always perked me up, and I could use some action that didn’t come courtesy of my hand or battery-operated friends.
“On a scale of one to ten, how badly do you want to fuck me right now?”
“Negative one thousand,” I hissed. “Times infinity.”
“You want someone who can challenge you. Excite you. Keep you on your toes. And as for what you need…” His whiskey-scented breath gusted across my skin, peppering it with a thousand goosebumps. “You need someone to bend you over and fuck that attitude right out of you.”
“You’re my personal hell, Red.” He gave my hair another sharp tug. “And God help me, I don’t want to fucking leave.”
But if there was one thing I was sure of, it was that I would never, ever fall in love with Jules Ambrose.
“Because you’re mine,” I said against her mouth. “Let another man touch you, Jules, and you’ll find out just how easily I can take a man’s life as I can save one.”
“Because you’re it for me. Whether it’s today, tomorrow, a year, or decades from now, that’ll never change.” Josh’s lips brushed against my skin before he pulled back, his face taut with emotion. “I’m human, Red. I’ve made mistakes in the past, and I’ll make many more in the future. But one mistake I’ll never make is letting you go, not when there’s even a sliver of a chance left for us. Because the possibility of you is better than the reality of anyone else.”
