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I stop squir “Sorry for what?”

“For assu to strong-ar” He heaves out a breath “I’irl’s attention, all right? You’ve gotta give me some room to fuck up”

“I don’t need to give you rooston I never asked for your attention I don’t want your attention”

His jaw clenches “Don’t lie to yourself, Jazz We both know your body wants ht about ht after I dropped you off That when you stuck your fingers inside your wet little pussy, you wished they were mine”

My ht, but I’m not about to admit that

“You’re an egotistical asshole”

Kingston gives ht Admit it”

I look away “I’ shit”

He adjusts his grip until both of my wrists are now clenched in one of his hands With the other hand, he puts pressure on my chin until I turn back to him

His hazel eyes twinkle “Admit it”

“No”

Kingston laughs “Fine, then I’ll prove my point another way”

In the next moment, he unfastens his seat belt and leans over the console to slaainst ure out what’s happening Once I do, I tell myself to pull away—or punch hi into histhe kiss When he releases my wrists, I undomyself closer

He groans when I tug harder as his lips travel down the slope of my neck “Jas with me?” Kiss

“No” I gasp when he bites down, before licking the sting away