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W hat the fuck was I doing? I didn’t pick up random hot guys at parties. I didn’t even go to parties. My idea of a fun night was making my fancy mac and cheese and curling up with a good book. But tonight, I’d followed Toby instead.

Nope. Not thinking about him and his wayward dick. The rage bubbled hot and liquid behind my ribs, but I wasn’t ready to address the scene taking place in the bedroom at the end of the hall. The pictures I’d taken would provide plenty of fodder for torture later.

I slowed as we reached the second floor. Hot random guy’s hand was warm and firm around mine, and he paused along with me at the top of the stairs. My heart pounded in my ears, but I could still hear the low chuckle from behind me. Very close behind me.

“Do you know where you’re going?” Even his voice was hot. Low and rumbly.

I shouldn’t be able to hear him over the sound of the party, but the words danced along my skin. “Upstairs.”

He laughed again. “Mission accomplished.”

Spite fueled my actions, but doubt tried to force me back into my usual good girl ways. I’d told Toby we were done, but he was so drunk I wasn’t sure he’d even processed it was me standing in the doorway. Still, unlike my newly minted ex, I wasn’t a cheater.

Did this count? A random hookup ten minutes after walking in on my boyfriend cheating on me with not one, but two women?

The fury flared up, and I searched the dim hallway for an open door. Fuck him. Fuck the last five years. Fuck everything. I was ready to burn down the world and rise from the ashes as someone new.

I came alone, and I’m leaving alone. His words didn’t scare me. I wasn’t as sheltered as some people liked to believe, so I knew what these parties were about. Hot guy—I should really find something else to call him—was offering me a night of what I’d been missing out on all this time.

I glanced over my shoulder and felt the same sharp pull as the first time I’d met his eyes. “What’s your name?”

His brows rose. “Reece.”

I mirrored his surprise. “Like the candy?”

He shrugged and grinned. “Peanut butter is the king of all food groups.”

Some of my anger and uncertainty melted away as I returned his smile. “Okay, Reece. Do you have any suggestions?” I gestured down the hallway full of closed doors.

His eyes drifted over my face for a long moment, then he nodded. “I know a place.”

With a gentle squeeze around my hand, he took the lead. A dangerous part of me hoped he’d take me to the last room I wanted to see again. Maybe if Toby saw me with Reece, who was objectively the most attractive guy I’d ever seen, he’d have some small understanding of the pain I was currently shoving down with all my power.

Thankfully, he stopped two doors down and reached above the frame to retrieve a key. “This is my buddy’s room. He likes to keep it clear in case anyone needs a safe space to be alone.”

“And you’re bringing a girl in here?”

He laughed again, and I shivered. “We have an understanding.”

I really should have had second thoughts, doubts—something—about his hookup agreement with his buddy. But this was exactly what I’d been hoping for. Someone who knew what they were doing. Lord knew I was clueless.

The bedroom looked like any other college room. Bed, dresser, chair, desk. Cleaner than I expected from a guy. The only light came from an adjacent room I took to be a bathroom, and my eyes lingered on the neatly made bed.

Reece closed the door behind us, and the lock snicked into place. Another shiver raised the hair on my arms, and I turned to face him. He held the key out to me.

“Leave anytime you like. I only locked it to keep the rabble out.”

I didn’t need the key when I could just turn the lock, but I appreciated the gesture. The metal was warm from his hand when I scooped it up, and he waited, watching my face in the deliberately casual way I was coming to associate with him.

Now that we were alone, my brain tried to demand answers. What did we do now? How did this start? Did I just start shucking clothes?

He must have seen the nervousness on my face because he gently tugged me forward until our chests bumped. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do. Okay?”

“Okay,” I whispered. “Are you going to kiss me?”

Heat filled my cheeks as the question registered, but Reece’s mouth tipped up. “Thought you’d never ask.”

His thumb skimmed along my jaw, tilting my head up as warmth spread down my neck. I expected the usual sloppy tongue with too much saliva, but Reece only brushed his lips over mine leaving a tingling trail across my cheek to my ear.

“Better hold on.”

I gasped as he lifted me and shifted, setting my butt down on the desk. My fingers tangled in his shirt, and without thinking, I spread my legs so I could pull him closer. His big hand speared into my hair, holding me in place as he claimed my mouth.

And it was a claim, no question. His tongue slid along mine in a languid exploration, as if he had all the time in the world to taste me. The slight tug on my hair, the possession in his touch, made me feral. I locked my ankles around him and nearly whimpered as the pressure of his cock eased the ache while stoking the flames even higher.

Reece consumed me, and all thoughts other than him fled with the crackling electricity of his touch.

His hips canted back an inch to give his hand room to work at the button of my shorts. The second they were open, he dove inside, and this time I did whimper. My head dropped back when he pushed a finger inside me, then two.

I was already soaked, and I couldn’t stop my hips from rolling against him. Reece sucked hard against the sensitive spot on my neck, and I did it again.

“Yeah, baby, ride my fingers. Show me what you like.”

His rough words coaxed me into a steady rhythm as I chased the building pressure, but it wasn’t enough. My shorts restricted us too much, and I wanted more. Reece came to the same conclusion.

“Up,” he ordered against the wild pulse in my neck.

I lifted my hips, and he slid the shorts down my legs, taking my sensible pink panties with them. Cool air rushed in where his hand had been, but it didn’t last long. Reece hit his knees, sliding his palms up my thighs to spread my legs wider, then his mouth was on me.

My whole body contracted at the first swipe of his tongue against my clit. Yessss . He yanked me forward to the edge of the desk, resting my legs on his shoulders, and picked up where he’d left off.

With his fingers inside me and his mouth locked around my clit, I hit the razor-sharp edge in no time. My legs squeezed the sides of his head, and I buried my hand in his hair, gripping hard to keep him right where I wanted him.

He groaned against me, a decadent sound full of approval, and I gave up any pretense. I laid out on the desk, knocking things to the floor so I could arch up and press against him. I moaned his name as the tingling started in my toes and raced through my blood, building until I crashed into dark oblivion.

I didn’t know if I screamed or whimpered. If I left scratches on the back of his neck or holes in his shirt or bruises where I dug my heels into his back. I didn’t know I could come that hard.

It had never happened like that before. I’d never given over to the wild abandon and forgotten everything except the pleasure still pulsing through my body.

I never wanted to leave this bedroom, and I didn’t even know Reece’s last name.

It was the final thought that brought me down. My eyes flew open—when had I closed them?—to catch Reece licking his fingers clean. Everything inside me clenched with the need to do it all again. Maybe fully naked this time.

The air caught in my throat as I realized he was still fully dressed while my bare ass was spread across the desk. Not even his desk. Reece looked up at me and grinned.

“Better than peanut butter.”

My heart turned over, and I realized how much I’d messed up. I wasn’t supposed to get my emotions involved. This was supposed to be a revenge fuck, but I no longer wanted a random hot dude. I wanted this one.

Panic stole my breath, and I shoved him back hard enough he landed on his ass on the carpet. I hopped off the desk and did a quick search for my shorts, finding them next to the door where we’d started.

“I’m sorry. This was…” I trailed off, at a loss for the words to describe how incredible the experience had been.

He propped a hand behind him, perfectly comfortable on the floor, and raised a brow. “A mistake?”

I frowned at him as I tugged my shorts on, belatedly realizing I didn’t have my panties. “No. Well, maybe, but that’s a me thing. You were great.”

His lips twitched in amusement. “I was great?”

There it was again. The urge to sink down next to him, maybe crawl onto his lap, maybe see what else he could do with that fabulous mouth while I rode his cock. I could practically feel his stubble against my nipples.

My fingers tightened around the edge of the desk. I shook my head to dislodge the image and frantically scanned for my panties while maintaining my death grip. If I didn’t let go, I wouldn’t reach for him.

“I’m sorry.” I repeated while trying not to look directly at him.

Reece cocked his head, then nodded slowly. “I don’t know who fucked up, but I’m glad they did because it sent you in my direction. Don’t be sorry.”

My gaze shot to his, expecting mockery, but his eyes only dared me to believe him. So I did.

Then I ran.