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wall, his fingers sliding into my hair and his mouth descending on mine.
    I murmur a protest, but it’s futile. He’s stronger than I am, and he holds me in place as his lips attack me. I grip his shirt at his waist, curling my fingers into the soft material, and succumb to the sensation of his hard kiss.
    He tugs on my hair and tilts my head back. His tongue slips into my mouth when my lips part, and the sweep of it against mine stokes a low fire in the pit of my belly.
    My pussy clenches at the deepness of the kiss, at the way he controls it so deftly, so powerfully. My heart thuds at the way he hums low into my mouth, the vibrations seeming to flow through my veins.
    I’m aching everywhere, just everywhere. I can’t tell my heartbeat from my breath. I can’t tell the adrenaline from the lust. It all mingles until I’m a tingling ball of sensation and my clit throbs painfully.
    Corey pulls away and looks me in the eye, breathing heavily. “Don’t ever fuckin’ walk away from me like that again, Leah.”
    “Or what?” I reply, putting as much strength into my voice as I can muster.
    He touches the tip of his nose to mine. “Or I’ll be forced to fuck you on the spot.”
    He closes his mouth over mine once more then untangles his fingers from my hair and stalks over to his car. I watch his powerful stride swallow up the driveway. He yanks open his car door and looks right at me.
    “I’ll pick you up at four o’clock tomorrow. Be ready. I hate waitin’.”
    “What for?” I shout as he sits in the car.
    He doesn’t reply. He simply revs the engine, turns the car around, and drives out.
    I watch the white Evoque disappear through the gates and into the darkness, my heart still fighting to break free from my ribs, and let out a long, shaky breath.
    I’ve never been kissed that way. Never has someone walked toward me with so much determination and kissed me until I couldn’t breathe.
    Never have I been so thrown by a single person in my whole life.
    I open the door with a shaky hand and lock it. Mom’s in the kitchen, and she watches as I kick off my shoes, leaving them scattered in the hallway.
    “Leah, are you okay, honey? You’re back early.”
    “Yeah.” I walk through the room without stopping. “Just have a lot to do for Quinn.”
    “All right. Goodnight.”
    “Night, Mom.” I run up the stairs and slam my door behind me.
    I lean against it and close my eyes. Once again, he made me play his game, and he won. He left me in the dust with a simple demand and wet panties.
    I take a deep breath and throw my purse on my bed. I rip my dress over my head and throw an oversized Vipers jersey on before heading to my desk. Then I open Quinn’s file with a smile on my face. I don’t want to play, but I don’t have a choice. Not anymore.
    Corey Jackson plays a good game. He knows all the rules, and he isn’t afraid to bend them to his will.
    I’m about to break every single rule he’s ever written.
    I’m ready to play him at his own game.

S he tastes like sugar and candy. She tastes like everything that’s good but forbidden, like heaven and perfection. She tastes like fucking addiction .
    She tastes like something that shouldn’t have a taste, but she’s it. She’s addiction. Even when she isn’t trying to be, she is.
    I had to get the fuck out of there last night because the heated glaze over her eyes and the sharp breath she’d sucked in had nearly undone me. The worst thing is that she doesn’t have any idea how sexy she is. She’s oblivious to how tempting she is with her eyes wide and her lips swollen from my kisses.
    My cock was throbbing for her. It was so hard that it was fucking painful, but I couldn’t stop kissing her. I had to drink her in, touch every inch of her mouth with my lips and tongue¸ feel every fucking sensation she was handing me.
    If she had any idea how badly I wanted to throw her into my back seat and drive her to my house, she would have run a mile to get away