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I ruined everything, yet she doesn’t back up. She edges closer, the ends of her bare toes brushing against mine, sending a shockwave of virile heat up my legs. “You weren’t supposed to be my step brother.”

Her breath dusts over my lips, warm and inviting. “I know,” I breathe out, my lungs suddenly empty, chest twisted up. “I’m sorry,” I tell her, because I am sorry. Not that this is my fault, but I feel the same way.

“It was perfectly imperfect,” she says, and I know she’s talking about that night.

Because I feel the same way. It wasn’t conventional, but it was perfect.

Our feet in the sand, the fire dancing against her velvety skin as she laughed, the waves a soundtrack to our start.

The feel of the water soaking our feet as she took me into her mouth, the noises she made when I entered her body–seeing her virginity streaked on my dick after–it was our perfect night.

She’s etched into my thoughts, everything about that night reappears in my mind when I try to talk to other girls, and every time I attempt to relieve the ache in my dick, I think of her. Being inside her. Tasting her. Listening to her whimper and moan as I ravaged her.

“I know,” I croak, taking a step back. Elijah just left, so I know we have twenty minutes alone. I know she knows it, too. “Okay, I’m gonna go to my room now.”

She takes my shirt in her fist, and though she’s half my size, she yanks me toward her with ease. “ Harrison. ”

The back of my neck pricks with heat, awareness tingling through my fingers, my lips burning to touch hers. “Vivienne.”

“The only way I’ll get over you is if I ignore you. Completely. Totally.”

I arch a brow, slowly lowering my face toward hers.

Her lips are arched so perfectly, so full, the pink so inviting.

“The way you’ve been doing for the last two weeks?

” I question, finally acknowledging how hard she’s been avoiding me.

I’ve hated it. I’ve understood it, but I’ve absolutely hated it.

She nods. “Just like that.” Her hand slips from the doorframe, and then she’s dragging a fingertip along my bare belly, above my pants, under my shirt. “Because if I don’t ignore you, I want you, do you get that?”

I nod, my eyes glued to her mouth as she makes my cock hard, tickling and teasing my belly with just one finger. She riles me up like hell with just one finger, when it’s her entire body, her mouth, her mind–I’m fucking putty. Her fool.

“We can’t,” I breathe, as she reaches in, boldly taking my cock in her hand. The little whimper that falls from her lips when she discovers I’m aroused does nothing for my discipline. “We want our parents to be happy, right?” I toss out the question, hoping the truth will help clear the fog.

She rocks to her toes, pressing her lips into mine.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into me,” she murmurs, her kisses growing frantic as she peppers them on and around my mouth, under my chin and along my jaw.

“But I can’t stop thinking about you, Reed.

I just can’t stop. I’m trying so hard to ignore you in the house, but in my mind, you’re there.

All the time.” Her lips come to mine, and her tongue pushes into my mouth, swallowing my moans.

“When I’m in bed,” she breathes, using one hand to stroke down my shaft, the other to play with the ends of my hair.

“I’m thinking of this,” she says, swiping her thumb along the underside of my crown.

The hairs on my arm rise, and my balls pull tight against my body, my core thrumming with pressure.

She leans forward, sucking the bottom of my earlobe into her mouth, making my eyes roll back into my head.

“When I’m in the shower,” she whispers, using the tip of her tongue to trace the curve of my ear.

“I take the showerhead down and bring it here,” she says, abandoning my hair to drop her hand between her legs.

Over her little bike shorts, she rubs herself, and I groan.

“And I close my eyes and pretend it’s your mouth,” she breathes, dragging her lips against mine in the lightest, most torturous kiss.

“I pretend it’s you licking me, the way you licked me on the beach that night. ”

“Viv–” I protest, sweat beading down my spine and heated urges coil in my groin. “We can’t, I–”

She slams her mouth against mine, moaning, feeding me teases, bringing me closer to the edge.

“I lay in bed at night wondering if I’ll ever get to feel the hot spray of your cum against my lips, all over my tits,” she whispers, moving her tongue between my lips, coaxing wet kisses from me.

“If I’ll ever get to crawl between your legs and suck you until I can’t breathe,” she murmurs before sweeping her tongue along mine, hot and feral.

“Viv–” I protest weakly, my voice wavering as her palm smooths over my head, dragging precome down my shaft. She strokes me again, bringing her lips to mine, speaking against my mouth.

“I’m a bad girl, Reed, and you’re the only one who knows. It’s our secret. The way I want to fuck you again, the way I want you inside me again—it’s our little secret,” she says, driving the ends of her fingers into the pebbled skin of my sac, severing all of my abilities to hold back.

My spine curves, and a wild gasp leaves my lips, a choke caught in my throat as my cock throbs, the first shot of release coating her hand.

She sucks in a breath, clamping her mouth to mine as she strokes me again and again, and I fill my boxers, hot release sticky against my balls and thighs as she pumps me through all of it.

When I’m nothing but a gasping, gooning mess, she frees her hand from my pants, stepping back into the confines of her bedroom. She pushes the door closed, and the last thing I see is Vivienne lifting her palm to her mouth, licking my cum from her fingers.

How the fuck am I going to forget her?