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“That’s not true.” I manage to smile. “It was your choice to bring me here as your plus-one. I’m sure there are plenty of other women you could have asked.”

“Yes… but with you, it feels like I have no choice in the matter. My head tells me all types of things, but my body doesn’t listen.” I wait with bated breath until he murmurs, “The night doesn’t have to end here, Everleigh.”

“We agreed to be friends,” I blurt out.

“Youwanted to be friends.” His soft gaze has turned fiery. “I wasn’t lying when I said you are driving me crazy.”

As I fall prey to his penetrating stare, my lips begin to tremble and the air surrounding us becomes thick and unbreathable.

It’s impossible.

I can no longer resist him.

Aston Beaumont is all I think about.

I move forward, pressing my body against his to whisper in his ear, “How far away is your place?”

CHAPTER 22

Aston

Everleigh’s hand is firm in mine as I hurry to get us out of here.

The dance floor is crowded, forcing me to zigzag through the couples dancing. People try to stop me to say hello, but I smile politely and ignore being pulled into some trivial conversation.

I have only one thing on my mind.

Everleigh.

Will, the bastard, shakes his head with anI told you sosmirk. Earlier in the night, he and Amelia both cornered me with their opinions. Frankly, they were both like nagging parents. When Amelia stepped away, Will quickly laid it out for me—if I touch Everleigh, it’s game over.

He called it.

I’m done trying to fight it.

The car is waiting outside in the valet parking. I open the door and motion for Everleigh to get in, following quickly behind her. When we’re both inside, I tell Henry, the driver, to take us back to my apartment.

I keep my hands to myself despite my need to touch her. This stupid car doesn’t have a privacy screen, and I don’t want Henry to have a free show.

Not when Everleigh is involved.

Thankfully, my penthouse is only four blocks away, andbecause it’s late, the traffic is flowing, so we make it there in record time.

As soon as we are in the elevator, I press her up against the mirror and smash my mouth to hers. I fucking missed the taste of her, spending the week away in this torturous mind-fuck after she insisted we just be goddamnfriends.

It didn’t help that my father was on my back, forcing me to spend time with Roland Whitney. The old fellow wasn’t too bad, but my father has plans, and my getting into Roland’s good graces is one of them. The distraction helped somewhat, but every moment I allowed myself to think about Everleigh, my willpower became weaker.

She carelessly moans into my mouth when the door pings open on my floor. With our breaths uneven and my dick hard beneath my tuxedo pants, I manage to enter my pin code into the keypad to open the door.

My hand reaches out for hers again to lead her into my apartment before I close the door behind us with a kick of my foot. Everleigh scans the main foyer with a curious gaze as I step behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist while kissing her neck.

“Your place is huge,” she barely manages to say, only to moan softly when I suck on her neck like a bloodthirsty vampire.

I turn her around, retaking her lips. This time, there is no stopping me.

I need all of her.

Now.