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    I’m going to come. I freeze when the realization hits me. Right here. In a bar. Rubbing against Ryker Grant . I should feel humiliated, but I can’t stop myself from sliding over the edge.
    Curling my fingers into his shoulders, I tense as the orgasm bursts through me. My moan is muffled by his mouth because he doesn’t slow his kiss. The bathroom door swings open just beyond us, and reality intrudes in the form of chattering drunk girls stumbling back toward the bar. I push off Ryker’s chest, desperate to put space between us.
    I can’t believe that just happened. Thankful for the dark corner, I know my face is burning red.
    “Did you just—”
    Slapping a hand over my face, I speak through it. “This never happened. None of it. Please, for the love of anything that’s holy, don’t ever mention this moment again.”
    His head drops to my shoulder, and his voice turns husky. “This was hot as fuck. I may not mention it, but there’s no way in hell I won’t be thinking about it.”
    “Please let me go.”
    Thankfully, Ryker steps back, and I hurry out of the corner, heading for the bar.
    “Wait, I need your address.”
    I slow, not turning around as I rattle it off. I have to get out of here before I do something even worse.
    “See you at nine,” he calls as I hurry away.

Justine
     
    His mouth on mine.
    His hand between my legs.
    Wet. Hot. Aching.
    I need more. I want more.
    Blue eyes burn into mine. “I’ve been waiting so long to have you under me.”
    My alarm clock jerks me awake and the dream fades away, but my thudding heart remains, along with my wet panties.
    I slap the top of the alarm on my side table to turn it off and yank the covers up over my head. I just had a sex dream. About Ryker Grant. Even the headache lurking in my temple doesn’t stop me from wanting to finish the job Dream Ryker started.
    I can’t face him today. How am I ever going to look him in those icy blue eyes and not remember just how good it felt to be pressed against him?
    Stop thinking about it.
    I’ve needed to resist him for two years, and there’s no reason I can’t make it through one more day. No distractions.
    No matter how good that distraction can kiss.

    Three hours later, it’s clear that I’m not going to need any willpower to resist him, because Ryker is late.
    An hour late.
    As I sit on the stoop of my apartment building waiting for the promised pickup truck to arrive, all my concerns from earlier this morning are brushed away.
    I knew it. I knew he was just in it for the chase, and the humiliation that I was right burns hot. Not only did Ryker get a taste of what he claimed to want so badly, but he decided that taste wasn’t good enough for seconds.
    Douche bag.
    Why didn’t I trust my instincts? I knew this would happen. So freaking typical. Apparently I should have held out until after he helped me, because now I’m not worth the trouble.
    Hurt twines with the humiliation, unleashing slap after slap of regret. I knew better. Bad judgment. That’s all it was.
    I’m never drinking again—or kissing Ryker Grant.
    And now I’ve got to figure out how to move almost everything I own to my storage unit. My boxes are packed and waiting to go, along with the hand-me-down furniture I bought for a few hundred dollars from a graduating student at the end of last year. The boxes I can haul in my car with a few trips, but the furniture will never fit.
    “Why did I think he would actually show?” I ask the question to the empty curb in front of my building.
    I’m not sure why I’m speaking out loud, because no one else is here to listen to my idiotic words. I tried both Katie and Chad this morning too. No answers from either of their phones.
    What a shit day. I reach for the Pez dispenser beside me on the sidewalk and flip up Cinderella’s head to tug out a lemon candy. Pez is my little obsession. Gramps started surprising me with them when I was six or seven, and my collection grew.
    Now I pick