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I stopped breathing. Literally stopped.

Their lips moved closer, closer, closer…

The second they would’ve been touching, a soft knock sounded on the door.

“Addie?” Tonya’s familiar voice said through the wood. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Fucking dammit!” I cursed, slapping my hand on the marble bathroom countertop. I leveled Ryder and Tamson with my best glare, both men blinking innocently at me. “You two, don’t even think about moving.”

With one last wistful glance in their direction, I marched to the door and wrenched it open.

“What?” I growled. She blinked at me wordlessly.

But the girl deprived me of an orgasm and would receive no sympathy from me. I knew where that kiss would lead...and my poor vagina had been neglected for too long. A solid day, the horror.

Her blinking increased, and muffled laughter reached me from behind.

“Shit. I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Just about your sexual frustrations,” Ronan called, amusement thick in his voice. “Are we not taking care of your needs, Princess?”

“Don’t Princess me,” I snapped. “My vagina is empty of cock, and you’re all to blame. When I come back, you better be naked and, like, kissing or something.”

More laughter.

Poor Tonya looked as if she was seconds away from fainting.

“But we all want to kiss you, Kitten, and only you,” Ryder cooed. “So when you get back, I’ll be more than willing to rectify the situation.”

“By kissing Tamson?” I pleaded, finally glancing back and batting my eyelashes. He had moved back to the bed, his dark chest and tattoos on display. When he saw me looking, he rolled his eyes.

“Maybe. If you’re good.”

I would be the best damn girl in the entire world if orgasms were the reward. Placing apples on desks type of good. Hell, I would even clean my damn room.

Totally willing to kiss ass...well...at least their asses.

Tonya’s face paled further, and more laughter drifted to me.

Before I could accidentally speak my thoughts again, I hurried out of the room and shut the door.

We walked in awkward silence towards the kitchen until Tonya broke it, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “Sorry for interrupting.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. You only interrupted what was probably going to end up being the sexual fantasy of every girl who has ever lived. No biggie. They’re one in a million.”

I tried to be empathetic, but when her eyes turned into orbs, I realized I may have put my foot in my mouth. Again.

Were orgasms and sexual fantasies not normal girl talk?

Gossip Girl lied to me.

The kitchen was dark, illuminated only by the moon piercing through the fluttery blinds. Tonya moved swiftly to a candle, lit it, and then pressed her back against the wall, watching me.

“So...what did you want to talk to me about?” I asked lightly. In all honesty, I was curious. No girl had ever pulled me from a potential orgy before to have a top secret conversation.

Was this…?

Was I finally living a normal life?