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I laughed. “Nope. Not this time. Your eyes are safe for another day.”
I’d just finished putting my hair in a messy bun when he leaned against my door frame.
“Well, that’s a shame.”
I looked in the mirror on my vanity and watched his eyes roam up and down my backside. “Excuse me, sir.”
His eyes met mine in my reflection, his left brow raising as the corner of his mouth pulled into a smirk. “Yes?”
“You’re supposed to be indifferent again. You knowIcan’t be trusted.”
Justin’s smirk turned into a smile. “Unfortunately for you, today will be agreatday for you to practice.”
“What do you mean?” I watched his expression turn almost dangerous, and I quickly realized we were alone. “Oh, no. Where’s Luna? I thought she was coming with us, too.”
He pushed away from the frame and took a step closer. “She was. Unfortunately, her aunt needed her for something baby related, so she had to back out. She asked me to apologize on her behalf.”
There was only a foot separating us, and I could smell him from that distance. His scent wrapped around me and threatened to pull me closer, but I did my best to hold back. As usual, his clothing didn’t help matters.
He wore a tailored black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show off his sexy forearms while the rest flaunted the cut of his perfect chest and torso. It was paired with a ripped pair of relaxed fit jeans that were tighter around the thighs and ass.
He knew what made him look good, and I wished for once he’d wear something that made him look like shit.
“Well, I suppose if you can keep your hands in your pockets today and away from me, I’ll be able to stay away,” I said, forcing myself to look away.
I turned and headed to my closet to get a pair of shoes. We were going shopping after setting up the bank account, so I wanted to be comfortable. I chose a square-neck white tank top with a black tie just under the breasts that wrapped from the front to tie in the back. The shirt flared out a bit under that in an asymmetrical cut that hung around my hips. I paired it with a pair of medium wash flared jeans and my black Nikes. Cute but not sexy—at least I didn’t think.
Warmth brushed across my entire backside from head to toe.
“If you think I need my hands to drive you crazy, you have another thing coming,” Justin said, his breath caressing my ear.
I whipped around and placed my hand on his chest. “You’re supposed to be the good one, remember?” I bit my lip. If he did anything else, I doubted I’d be able to stop myself.
Damian and Asher had left me be for the last few weeks—aside from rude ass comments, shitty notes taped to my locker, and food thrown in my direction in the cafeteria. Outside of that, neither of them had touched me.
Ihatedto admit it, but I missed their touch.
That had certainly been an interesting topic in therapy.
Even though I’d craved their touch, and even though my hormones had driven me crazy and had me up late ordering fun new toys from a new site I found, my attention never strayed from Damian, Asher, and Justin.
Maybe the psychologist was on to something… Maybe I wasn’t defective in that way after all.
Maybe I’d just discovered a new kink, and I wanted to play with all three.
Staring into Justin’s eyes right then and thinking of having all three of them separately or at once had me biting my lip again.
“Want me to bite that for you?” he asked.
Welp… there it was. My last straw. It didn’t take much.
I stepped forward and pressed my breasts against his torso. His large hands rested on my hips as I nodded. “Yes, please.”
Another dark smile crossed his lips as he lowered his face to mine. His lipsalmostbrushed mine before he moved slowly around to my right ear.
“You failed,” he whispered.
“What?” I snapped.