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of my bottoms, his hand finding its way between my legs. He parted me expertly, and the second his finger was inside of me, I knew this was it. This was what I wanted. Now. Here.
    “Yes,” I whispered raggedly, my fingers clinging to his shoulders as I squeezed my eyes shut against the ecstasy building inside me.
    Will’s arms tightened then, his entire body going rigid as he stopped moving. His finger slipped out of me even though his hand stayed poised where it was. “Fuck.” His breath was hot against my cheek. “Jesus Christ, Lauren.”
    There was an ache in his voice, and I frowned. “What…?” I started quietly, but he cut me off.
    He was still holding me against the edge of the pool, he was still hard and I very nearly begged— begged —him to keep going. So when he said what he did, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to slap him or bite my lip to keep from crying. “We can’t do this. What were we thinking? What was I thinking?”
    He let go of me and I dropped back into the pool. I was unsteady and it took me a second to find my balance. My lips were still swollen, and I could still feel his heart hammering against my ribs.
    “We can’t do this,” he repeated, his voice hoarse.
    Shame and humiliation replaced the myriad of confusing emotions he’d awakened in me. “Yeah, I’m kinda getting that.” Suddenly I wanted my towel back, but I lifted my chin defiantly. “Don’t worry, it won’t happen again.”
    I shoved my way through the water toward the steps, not bothering to look back. I stayed in the locker room for as long as I could, standing under the lukewarm shower and trying to wash away the feel of his hands on my skin.
    When I finally made my way to the parking lot, I found an envelope stuffed beneath my windshield wiper—the same envelope I’d given him just the night before. I looked inside and all the money was still there. Ten one hundred dollar bills.
    I guess I’d just been fired as a student.

Chapter 9
    WILL
    I didn’t go home just yet. I didn’t want Tess to see me like this, all keyed up. Sometimes she was too smart for her own good—she’d know within seconds something was up. She deserved better than to be stuck with a piece of shit like me, especially after everything we’d gone through. But I wasn’t ready to give her up. Not yet. So, for now at least, she was stuck with me.
    I hovered over my drink, hating myself, and hating Lauren for making me feel like such a dick. I could still taste her, which made my brain buzz and my skin tingle. I could feel her too, all over me, soft and pliable and willing—so goddamned willing—and, even now, while I hated the both of us, the memory of touching her, of my teeth grazing her nipple, was making me hard all over again.
    I stopped staring at my drink and threw it back in one shot. The whiskey burned going down, but I needed something to wash her away. I slammed the glass against the bar and gave the bartender—a skinny guy with snakebite piercings and long blonde dreads—a One-more-round nod.
    Wordlessly, he refilled my glass because he understood: I was in a bad fucking place.
    “Hey,” a raspy female voice interrupted from over my shoulder. “Aren’t you that one guy? Billy Galbadorn or something like that?”
    Swiveling lopsidedly on my stool, I bit back the caustic remark that rose involuntarily to my lips. I would have told her to fuck-off, but I was drunk and she was hot…in a daddy-issues kind of way.
    I propped an elbow against the bar and grinned at her. “Close enough. What’s your name, beautiful?”
    Her smile was downright wicked, and suddenly it didn’t matter that I was still hard. “Does it make a difference?” she answered. She lifted a finger to one black leather strap of her skimpy top and let it trace a path all the way down to her full, and very real, cleavage.
    I knew then that the whiskey had never been the answer at all. Maybe this girl, or one like her, was exactly what I needed to take the edge