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I move my hand from her pussy to her ass, palming the soft flesh before delivering a sharp smack.

She gasps, jolting in my arms, pressing back into me instinctively.

“I’ve dreamed of fucking this ass too, Spitfire.”

Hazel stills. “I’ve—I’ve never done that.”

“Fuck,” I growl, grinding my cock against her ass and sliding my hand back between her legs. “That would make it even more of a dream.”

She whimpers. “Gage, I can’t take it anymore.”

Tilting her hips, she presses her pussy into my hand. “Pleasetouch me.”

Snatching my hand away, I take a step back and fight to get my breathing under control.

“That isn’t going to happen, Spitfire.”

She spins to face me, chest heaving, her eyes full of fury. “You want me just as much as I want you.”

“I do.”

More than you know.

“Then what’s holding you back?”

The words are on the tip of my tongue—the truth.

But Hazel was right. Iama coward.

“Go to bed, Hazel.”

“Fuck. You.” She tugs her dress down in one swift motion, letting it pool at her feet, leaving her in nothing but that black silk thong.

Yeah. Fuck. Me.

I scrub my hand down my face as she spins on her heel and stalks toward her bathroom, hips swaying. My dick aches behind the zipper of my jeans, hating me for having a goddamn conscience right now.

But there’s no way I would touch Hazel in the state she’s in. And before I self-destruct, I go back to my room, grab my clothes, and head straight for the shower to unleash the demons inside me.

Chapter fifteen

Hazel

I stare down at my shaking hands as I stand in my bathroom, the sting of rejection burning through the alcohol haze.

All I could think about all night was Gage. Listening to the girls all talk about their men and how they planned to go home and jump their bones made my need build to an ungodly level.

I’ve never been this horny in my entire life. Probably because I’ve never lived with a bona fide bad boy who won’t let me take my aggression out on his dick.

So, on the ride home, I decided I was going to offer myself to him, give him permission to take what we both know he wants.

But his stupid conscience got in the way.

He probably thought I’d regret it, which is bullshit. I knew exactly what I was doing. And the second he admitted he’s pierced below the belt, my curiosity spiked into full-blown obsession.

After stewing in my bathroom for a while, still burning with frustration, I decide I need water. I swing the door open and head toward the kitchen. But when I hear sounds coming from Gage’s bathroom, I stop dead in my tracks.

“Fuck,” I hear him mumble from behind the closed door, and because I’m a curious creature, I lean against the wood, seeing what else I can hear.