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“Don’t you want to see how well this pussy can take my cock?”

“Yes.” Her confession rips out of her throat as she finally gives in.

“How is the desser—never mind!”

Verity lets out a shocked squeak at the server’s intrusion, her hand that had been so desperately clutching my chest pushes me back with such force that, paired with my surprise, it has me falling completely against the cushion on the booth seat.

My patience cracks.

“That’s it.”

I’m fucking over people ruining this every damn time.

I sit up and grab Verity’s wrist, tugging her out of the booth and through the dark restaurant.

“Hey, wait.”

Her protests ring against my silence as I stalk out of the restaurant and onto the busy street.

“Cullen, stop. Where are you going? We didn’t even finish dessert.”

I stop at the end of the road, pulling her close to me, our hands trapped between our chests.

“I’m leaving so I can finish my dessert without any interruptions.”

“What?”

I use her confusion to lace our hands together and continue my mission, weaving us through the throngs of people littering the sidewalk.

“Hang on for a second.” She squeezes my hand tightly and yanks me back, stalling our progress. “Where are you taking me?”

“My place.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

VERITY

It’s damn uncomfortable trying to keep up with a guy while speed walking in heels you haven’t really broken in and wearing a thong that is currently soaked through. The cooling wetness serves as a reminder of how close I was to letting him rail me right then and there in the restaurant. If that server hadn’t returned…

My thighs go wobbly as a new wave of want whisps through my veins. A completely unhinged part of me wants to stop him in his tracks and push him up against the wall of the convenience store on the corner and maul him. There is this strange hollowness I feel in my pussy, an emptiness that is begging to be filled.

I have no idea what has come over me, but I’m not going to overthink it.

I want this. I want Cullen.

Screw the consequences.

I would rather regret my actions than regret never doing anything with him.

Awareness trickles back in as we approach a large apartment building with a courtyard. There is an amber glow from the lights shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows inside the lobby. A doorman dressed in a sleek black uniform opens thedoor for us when we are a few feet away, greeting Cullen with a dip of his head.

My heels clack on the hard floor, my head spinning as it rushes to take everything in. There is a rich agarwood scent in the air. We bypass the front desk before skirting an area with a few sleek couches and a pool table that is occupied by a group of young guys, heading straight for the elevator bank on the far wall. Cullen hovers his phone over an electronic pad, which lights up green before flashing the number four back in gold.

On cue, the fourth elevator opens, and I shuffle inside behind Cullen. The second the doors close, he pushes me against them, lips hot on my collarbone, a contrast to the cool metal behind my shoulders.

My mind momentarily empties, arms slipping around his chest and clutching the tops of his shoulders to keep him close. I lift my foot, hooking the back of my ankle around his calf as he captures my lips in a frenzied kiss.

He sucks on my bottom lip, drawing an unbridled moan out from deep within me.