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  But my phone is in my pocket, weighing heavy on my thoughts. And more specifically, Delaney is weighing on my thoughts. It's her I can't get out of my fucking head.

  "Well?" she asks.

  "Well, nothing, Chelsea," I say, my voice hard. "I hope I don't have to get a new manager at Marlowe because things got awkward between us."

  Chelsea slides her palms down the sides of her dress, straightening the fabric. "I hope not," she says. "It would be a shame to lose you as a client."

  Then she turns and walks out of the bathroom like nothing ever happened.

  * * *

  “I’ve always wanted you, Gaige.” Delaney unhooks her bra and tosses it to the floor, her bare breasts full in front of me. She shimmies out of her panties, shaking them from her thighs, the movement making her breasts sway.

  I reach out to touch them, but she shakes her head, making a tsk-tsk sound with her tongue before she drops to her knees at my feet. Holy shit. I take her face in my hands, her skin smooth against my palms, and pull her face up to look at me. I can’t stop looking at her. I can’t believe this is Delaney – the girl I lusted after all summer, the girl I still can’t stop thinking about. Classy, breathtakingly beautiful, out-of-my-league Delaney Marlowe.

  On her knees, her face so close to my cock I can feel her warm breath against my skin. Christ, my fucking dick is about to explode already.

  She looks up at me, mischief in her eyes, then opens her mouth, touching the tip of her tongue to the head of my cock, where pre-cum already glistens on the tip. Her eyes never leave mine, and the fact that she’s looking at me the way she is, her mouth open, like she’s begging for it, makes me want to come already.

  “Shit, Delaney,” I groan. “You keep doing that and I’m going to come all over that pretty little face of yours.”

  “Promises, promises, Gaige,” she says. “You’re all talk.” She reaches between my legs to cup my heavy balls with one hand as she wraps her lips around my cock, enveloping me with her warm wet mouth.

  “I’ll show you talk,” I start to say, but I can’t think as she works her magic lips, so I run my hands through her long dark hair, pulling her against me, forcing her to take me deeper. When she moans, the vibration from her throat reverberates up the length of my dick, and I want to let go.

  I wake with a start, my heart pounding in my chest, sitting upright. Shit. A fucking dream about Delaney blowing me. That’s just great. My cock is as hard as a damn rock. I lay back against the pillow. Giving Delaney hell for pure entertainment value is one thing, but a sex dream about her is something else entirely. She’s made it more than crystal clear that she’s not interested in me anymore. And there are plenty of women who are more than willing to be on their knees, mouths open for me.

  Wrapping my hand around my cock, I stroke my length, closing my eyes to conjure up an image of an open mouthed blonde with big tits, ready to wrap her plump lips around me. The problem is, I’m so fucking close already, thanks to my dream about Delaney, that it takes all of a minute to send me over the edge. And it’s not an open-mouth blonde I’m thinking about. It’s Delaney’s face I see, Delaney’s tits I can’t stop imagining, Delaney’s lips I picture wrapped around my cock. When I come, it’s because of Delaney.

  This is going to be a fucking problem.

  CHAPTER TEN

  DELANEY

  I’m lying in bed, staring at the ceiling in the dark. The quiet in the house is practically deafening. My father and Anja went to bed right after dinner. Or rather, Anja was inebriated and my father escorted her to bed. I don't remember Anja being a lush a few years ago, but maybe my memory of things is just that clouded. What I remember about Gaige seems to be clouding my judgment now, making me think about our past.

  Gaige slides his finger underneath my chin, tilts my head up toward his. “Tell me you want me,” he says, his voice low in his throat.

  “I can’t.” My voice catches, and I look away from him. “We can’t, Gaige.”

  “Because of our parents?” With his other hand, he reaches for a tendril of my hair and tucks it behind my ear. His touch sends a shiver up my spine. It’s all I can do to stand there, unmoving, when what I want to do is to tell him yes. I want to tell him to bring his mouth crashing down on mine. I want to tell him to yank my skirt up around my waist, to thrust himself between my legs and inside me. I want to tell him to throw me down on the ground and fuck me, right here.

  But I'm nervous. It's not going to be my first time- that honor goes to my tenth grade boyfriend. But he's the only one I've been with, not like Gaige who's been with lots of girls. What if I don't measure up?

  “Of course not,” I say. “We’re not even related.” But I’m lying about the fact that we’re stepsiblings not being a big deal. Maybe it wouldn't be a big deal here in Dallas, but I can’t even imagine the kind of drama it would cause in Manhattan. My mother would be horrified. I can already picture her face going white, the hand that clutches her cocktail glass shaking as she realizes her only daughter is hooking up with the bad boy stepson of her ex-husband. She’d blame it all on my father. I should have known that sending you to Dallas for the summer would be a mistake, she’d say.

  I’m beginning to think it was a mistake, too. Do I really think that all of the running around, the late night talks about life outside in the garden and stolen kisses in the hallway, is a good idea?

  At least, I feel that way until Gaige slides his finger away from my chin and grips a handful of hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me toward him before I can even register a response. A pang of pain surges through me, but he brings his mouth down hard on mine, muting my yelp, and the pain turns into pleasure as his tongue finds mine.

  He’s touched me before, of course. There has been lots of touching – tentative at first, that first kiss outside after we'd stayed up until 2 a.m., drinking beer Gaige stole from the kitchen and talking about life. Half-drunk and delirious from fatigue, I leaned in close to him, touching my lips to his. That was all me, the first kiss. I initiated it. I kissed him. That first kiss was teasing, tentative, joking almost, the kind of kiss that happens when you're unsure what the hell is going on between you.

  That kiss was nothing like this one. This kiss is lust and passion and the pent up frustration that comes with all of the kissing and touching that's led to nothing except more kissing and touching. This kiss holds the promise of much more.

  I give in to him, my body melting against his, desire flooding every inch of me, flowing through my veins. I’ve wanted this all summer long. I wanted this since the moment Gaige looked at me. No matter how much I’ve tried to deny it, I haven’t been able to stop fantasizing about him. I tried to hate him, I really did. It seemed like it would be easy. But then we became friends. And I found myself liking him.

  I’m terrified of wanting him.

  And the thought of being with him, completely with him, makes my body stiffen. Gaige feels it immediately and pulls back, holding me at arm’s length. My lips throb from his bruising kiss.

  “What?” he asks. “Still think we can’t?”

  “I – I’m not sure,” I say, my fingers touching my lips where he kissed me. I’m not sure of anything anymore.

  “Gaige!” Anja calls from down the hallway, and I start to step away, but he catches me, his hand gripping my arm with such ferocity that I think he’s going to leave a mark.

  “Meet me tonight,” he says.

  I shake my head. “No. We can’t.” But I can’t help but ask. “Where?”

  “The guest house,” he whispers. “No one is out there. We’ll be alone.”

  Even now, four years later, when I think about that night, I can still taste that last kiss on my lips. How fucked up is that?

  The phone buzzes again, the screen glowing in the dark. It's a notification from one of my social media sites, and I feel a pang of disappointment that it's not Gaige. Opening my text messages, I re-read the last one from Gaige: Friends with benefits?

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