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SAWYER

W hen Jamie emerges from the Briar Club library, he winks and takes my hand. As he guides me to the closest door, I watch him out of the corner of my eye.

“It went okay?”

“Well enough,” he says, opening the door to a bathroom and giving me a small push inside.

“Was she destroying anything when you went in?”

“Only my good mood.” He locks the door. “Drop your knickers, Sauce. And bend over the sink.”

My eyes widen.

“Be a good girl, and do it now.”

Licking my lips, I turn toward the gold-and-pearl-framed mirror. I slide my undies down and plant my hands on the edges of the dark granite.

He lowers his zipper and frees his cock, then slides my dress up to my waist, exposing my ass and more. Drawing in a breath, his gaze locks onto his target.

“Fuck,” he grounds out as he enters me. “Armageddon has a new look, and it’s too pretty to resist by a fucking mile.”

The next thrust hits the place inside me that makes my toes curl. I push back, so his soft wool-blend trousers tickle my bare ass. My lids drop, and my lips part on a sigh.

The fingers of his right hand clasp my shoulder, steadying me. His thumb strokes the back of my neck as he fucks me hard and deep until we’re both breathless.

I expect it to be quick. Instead, it goes on and on. The muscles in the backs of my legs scream in protest from the way I’m holding myself on my toes.

“Oh, God,” I whisper.

Dropping forward, I rest my forearms on the cool stone and plant my heels on the tile. As I bite my lower lip, I sink into the sensation of being taken by the most beautiful guy I’ve ever seen.

Above me, Jamie groans and tips his head back as he strains. A few moments later, his cum shoots into me like he intends to own me forever.

It feels as though he already may.

* * *

JAMIE

Fucking Cranberry Sauce is the ultimate reward for a night spent engaging with the club crowd as though I’m a seasoned politician looking for votes. In a way, I reckon I am on the campaign trail for her tonight.

I can’t claim I haven’t been rewarded, though. The feel of her soft flesh in my hands and finding the faint marks on her ass that I placed there… it’s all perfect.

Once we put our appearances right and slip out to join the others, we act as though we never disappeared. Every now and then, Sauce and I share a glance that makes my heart bang like hail against a metal roof. She’s game for my games. And has learned how to tease me and satisfy me. Now, we’ve got the best kind of secret—the hot, filthy sort that belongs only to lovers.

I catch a glimpse of Clare Duffy, but when she realizes I’m still in the house, she disappears upstairs. Casting a vote for smart. Good for her.

As the night wears on, Sawyer’s shields drop, exposing the acerbic wit I’ve never seen her show in public. As she lashes out at overrated books and bureaucratic bullshit, the others reassess her. Her sarcastic quips quickly win over the sharp, privileged girls of the club. Nice is nice. Dangerously clever is better.

They can see her as one of them, which advances her cause much farther than having an athlete boyfriend. I could be gone in a minute, after all. But she’ll still be clever.

The alcohol and the orgasm contribute to my sense of euphoria, but there’s also something more. Sawyer’s become a rip current I’m caught in. Only this time, I don’t want to escape.

We stay until the end of the party, and the club VP walks us out herself, making us promise to have dinner with her and her boyfriend. It’ll be an easy commitment to keep, so I accept.

When we reach the car, I open the driver’s door for her.

She pauses a few feet away and tips her head back, stretching her arms wide as she stares up at the dark sky. “You told me so!” Shaking her head, she swallows and lowers her voice. “Thank you, Mom.”

I can’t resist a smile over that.

When she approaches the car, she grabs the lapels of my suit and tugs. After planting a kiss on my mouth, she says, “And thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

A few beats pass, and she gives me a small push so she can lift her purse and retrieve the Porsche’s keys.

When we’re both in the car with the motor running, she says, “Ash texted she’s on her way to Boston and she’s going to stay for a day or two. Wanna stay over in my dorm room tonight? Central’s got one of the best dining halls for breakfast.”

“What size bed do you have?”

“Cozy,” she says with mock enthusiasm.

I laugh. “Right, okay.” My thumb strokes her leg. “You’re driving. Take us home.”