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I finally broke the kiss, leaving us both breathing hard, our foreheads pressed together, eyes locked We stayed that way for a while, trying to catch our breath and…

“You blinked!” he hollered into the stillness suddenly, droppinga weird victory dance that was just Ian while I stood in front of hi my head

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…doesn’tby like, what is it now? 16 to 4?”

He leaned in and kissed me once more, a brief peck, before he moved back to flop down on the couch “Do you think we’re seriously bent? I ame in the middle of a heavy make-out session?”

I shrugged “Nah People are probably jealous because we’re cool like that”

He nodded, puckering his lips out and givingto, anyway

“Duck-face says what?” I asked hi when he scowled at me

Ion his lap He leaned his head back and watchedup to cradle ht of his hardened, tattooed body stretched out beneath me His beautiful eyes, heavy lidded with a combination of contentreen of the as they watchedme closer until I couldn’t help but lean forward and touch them with mine

He opened i and arching into each other, the friction of our bodies pushingMy hips jerked against hiainst hi me toward the finish line

He h to whisper, “That’s it, baby…come for me…”

And that did it I arched , lowainst him when it was over

“Hey!” I cried out in e as Ian’s hands ca them smartly

He chuckled and squeezed the et some food?”

I sat up and looked at hietmore than food?”

He pecked my lips and ot up and held his hand out to help me up as he winked and said, “Don’t worry You’ll pay me back later”

I laughed and let hi, “See? We’re seriously bent,” as I followed hiet ready to leave

Chapter 2

Staring across the table at Ian an hour later at dinner, I had the fleeting thought that I should really thank ht with hiht Actually, I should thank the drunken bastard that started being a douche and set in ht over his shoulder Just looking at hi in all that was Ian, I still can’t help but feel ao

Yeah, so I second guessed , especially when that whore-face started showing up everywhere ent, claiirlfriend She alone to his house one night (one of the rare times we slept at his place instead of mine), and Victoria was in his bed Naked Did I mention that she was IN HIS BED NAKED!?

I didn’t get a chance to show of one nuclear, but in that quiet way of his The way that you can see the depths of fiery-pissed-off-ness blazing in his eyes, every inch of his body tight, ale, but his voice is so deceptively calm and dark that it makes you unable to decide whether or not to run, piss your pants, or come all over yourself Okay, so that was the way I felt about it, and, thank God, that anger has never been turned atthat beast