She’s writhing beneath me, her legs getting tighter and tighter around my hips. Shit—the lace from her bra is scratching my chest, and it’s the oddest turn-on I’ve ever experienced. I curl my fingers around the back of her neck and draw her mouth to mine, kissing her moan out of her, swallowing the high-pitched whimper of pleasure she releases as my tongue swipes against hers.

She tastes so fucking sweet, sounds so good, feels so incredible—and if this isn’t the beer talking, I just found my new favorite fuck buddy.

Jessie tilts her hips up and presses herself into me, sliding one of her hands up into my hair. The tug she gives it is harsh and my thrust matches it, because, fuck me—I can’t get far enough into her. I’m buried inside her every time, completely hugged by her tight pussy, but it just isn’t enough.

She breaks the kiss and inhales sharply, turning her face so far away from me that the only indication I have of her pleasure is the clamping of her muscles around my cock, the sharp scratch of her nails in my shoulder blade, and the long moan she exhales into my ear when she can breathe again.

Fuck. Pleasure’s racing through me, my heart pounding double-time as my orgasm approaches its peak, desperate for release. It’s a burning throb, the total delightful agony of the buildup finally coming to an end, but I fight it, I hold it.

I promised her the best orgasm of her life, and I’ll be fucked if I’m gonna go before she does.

I palm her ass with my hand and move my mouth to her ear. “Come on, Jessie. You hate me, remember? Scream for me and tell me just how much you hate me. Tell me just how much you hate that I’m the one fucking you right now and making you feel this way. Tell me just how much you wish I weren’t the one to give you the best sex of your life.”

“You . . . arrogant . . . bastard. . . . Oh!”

“Don’t fight it. Scream, Jessie.” I hover my mouth over hers. “Scream like you hate me.”

I slap her ass again, bury myself to the hilt, hips notching impossibly far, unable to keep my orgasm in any longer.

And she does.

She fucking screams for me.

As my pleasure ripples through me in twitching muscles and a rushing pulse and sharp breaths, she screams and groans my name, holding my body against hers so tightly I can barely breathe.

We ride it out, me still moving inside her, her still spasming around me.

We ride it out until she’s a limp, half-asleep body on the bed, and I pull out of her, cover her with the sheets, and grab my clothes.

Jessie

It shouldn’t bother me.

But, really, he must have a serious lack of class to just disappear while I slept.

What kind of son of a bitch is Aidan Burke? He’s sure as hell a disrespectful little shit, his sexual promises be damned. The fact he delivered on them can be damned, too.

He’s real lucky I’m the kind of girl who sticks to her word. When I said no stories, no second times, no whatever it was I said while under the influence of cosmos, I meant it.

As long as we never have to see each other again. That’d be fabulous. So basically, Shelton Bay needs to expand by another few thousand people. Several thousand would be great. Like, twenty thousand.

The chances of this happening are, I know, slim. But a girl can dream. A girl’s gotta dream if she wants to stay sane.

A last-minute tour for Dirty B. would be epic. An impromptu concert on Mars would be even more epic.

Jesus, what the heck was I thinking? Sleeping with Aidan Burke? Did I have a temporary lapse in sanity last night?

Sweet shit, it was a long-ass lapse. Enough for him to convince me, me to fight my way out of my Spanx—with a little help from my friends—in a toilet cubicle in a club restroom, a car ride, an elevator ride, and foreplay.

Yep. That’s an hour at least. And that’s just for the Spanx.

I pay the cab driver and, with my heels hooked over my finger, creep my way up the path to the front door. I dig in my clutch for my key, but the door opens right in front of me and the smirking face of my little sister stares back at me.

She opens her mouth.

“Sas,” I whisper hurriedly. “Shhh. You can have bathroom time for the next month. I won’t complain.”

She raises an eyebrow.

“And I’ll even buy all your makeup for the next month. And that Alex and Ani bracelet you wanted.”

She raises her other eyebrow.

“The snakeskin Tieks Dad said no to?” Fuck, this is expensive now.

Slowly, she purses her lips, her teenage attitude contorting her features until she grins widely. “Daaaaaaaad!” she sings snidely.

“What?” Dad calls down the stairs sleepily.

“Jessie just got home!”

“Aw, Jesus, Sas!” I snap, shoving past her and throwing my shoes into a closet.

“She what?” The floorboards creak above me as I storm into the kitchen. The creaks are followed seconds later by footsteps on the stairs, a “Saskia, shut the door,” and his emergence into the kitchen. “Jessie?”

“Good morning, Dad,” I say cheerily, avoiding his gaze.

“Did you just get in?”

I suck my bottom lip into my mouth as my little sister takes a seat at the table and pulls out her phone with a self-satisfied smile. “Yes. But I—”

“Don’t have a curfew, I know. I still worry about your safety. Where were you?”

“I was out,” I reply vaguely.

“Jessie.”

“Dad, come on. I’m twenty-four. I can remember my whole night, my friends knew where I went. You don’t really want the details, do you?” Now I meet his eyes with an eyebrow quirked. “I mean, if I have to, I’ll tell you, but you might be creeped out for life.”

Silence lingers between us while he obviously weighs the decision between making sure I was safe last night and being scarred for life.

“Daddy,” I say sweetly. “Have I ever lied to you? And that time I climbed out of my bedroom window for that keg party when I was seventeen so does not count!”

“And the time you borrowed my truck to drive to Raleigh to get your hair done for prom, or the time you told me you’d cleared out the basement to get the expensive prom dress but hadn’t, or the time you told me you’d be back straight after prom and snuck in at two a.m.”

“Okay, but that was all senior prom! That gets exceptions.”

“Under what ruling?”

“The senior prom ruling.” I smile sweetly.

He stares at me, stone-faced, for a long moment. Then his salt-and-pepper-stubbled jaw twitches and his lips curve up.

“Oh. My. God!” Saskia shrieks, clapping her hand over her mouth.

“What?” I meet her eyes. “What?”

“You!” She chokes out. “You!”

“What?”

“You were with Aidan Burke! Last night!”

I open my mouth to argue but nothing comes out.

“Oh my God! You were with him! This is you, isn’t it?” She shoves her phone screen in my face then removes it so quickly that all I see is a blur. “Jessie! You slept with him, didn’t you? And you always refused to introduce me because he was, and I quote, ‘a giant butthead’! I can’t believe you!”

Again, my mouth opens, but I can’t speak.

“Jessie?” Dad asks, more amused than anything.

“You know, damn, is that the time?” I ask, looking at the clock pointedly. “Dang, I’ve gotta get to work. I’m opening the café this morning. I’d love to stay and address Sas’s crazy-ass friends and their early-morning screenshots or whatever, but I need to move. Sorry!”

“You’re such a bitch!” Saskia fumes after me. Dad immediately shoots her down, and I run up the stairs to the tune of him giving her the “You Don’t Call Your Sister a Bitch” lecture. Yeah, I named it. I might have heard it on more than one occasion.

Might have.

Unfortunately, I don’t have time to shower, so I yank a brush through my hair and douse it with dry shampoo before I slip out of my dress. A washcloth, some warm water, and soap washes as much Aidan Burke off me as I can, and blocking him out of my mind, I run back into my room, shut my door, and get dressed.