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we’re with anyone else, condoms are a must; however, with each other, we don’t bother. I want to feel every inch of her; it’s our way of prioritizing, I guess. I’ve had other girls when Ellie’s been unavailable, but she only fucks me. I don’t complain.
    “Yeah. We’re good,” she answers, distant. She’s staring out the back window toward the hospital.
    I take her chin between my forefinger and thumb and bring her mouth to mine, distracting her from her guilt. Mine lingers, reminding me that I’ll pay for this later.
    It’s not like I’ve made a commitment to Kate. I’m not in love with her.
    That thought urges me on, and I position Ellie over me. Her knees sink into the seat on both sides of me as she dips down, my dick sliding into her.
    Fuck yes.
    She clenches her muscles, gripping around me as she slides up and relaxing when she glides back down. The feeling she creates on me almost makes me forget about Kate. Almost.
    Ellie works on me like she knows what she’s doing, even though I catch her gaze flick up to the hospital. When I see it, I cup a breast and draw it to my mouth. It’s enough for her lips to form an O, and she closes her eyes, falling into the sensation.
    If I can keep her like this, in a state of ecstasy, she’ll be moaning soon. If not, our little escape from reality will suddenly become a lot of work for me. Distracted girls don’t come easily.
    I rock her hips into me, pressing deeper inside her. My fingers drift over her bare back, and I angle her head to the side so I can nibble on her neck. She usually loves when I do this, and tonight is no exception. She lets out a gasp, her breath wafting over me in ragged puffs of air.
    I have her now.
    I lean back against the seat, feeling every tiny motion of her body. Thoughts of Kate sneak into my head again, how this proves my father is right about me. That I’m right about me. I don’t deserve that girl.
    Ellie rides me faster, and my hands automatically grip onto her ass to help her out. I push into her, my own orgasm rising within me. Ellie throws her head back and cries out in pleasure, giving me the go ahead to release myself inside her. My heart races as I push as deep as I can.
    Her arms slink around my neck, and she nestles into me, laying her head on my shoulder. It’s more personal than what’s typical for us, and it momentarily catches me off guard. As if realizing that, she pulls away.
    “Uh, sorry,” she mutters under her breath. Then she slides off me and begins to grab for her clothes on the floor. “I should head back in there, Damian, but thanks. Hopefully I’ll be able to fall asleep now.”
    I nod. “Yeah, me too.”
    As she gathers her stuff, she hands me mine. Silently, we scramble to get dressed, and already guilt sinks into the pit of my stomach. I dread going back to the third floor. To Kate.
    I’m a fucking asshole.
    Not only to her, but to Ellie, too.
    God, I need a drink. Instead, I snatch the pack of cigarettes in my glove box. I pull one out and shut the car door behind me.
    Ellie begins to walk across the parking lot. When she notices I’m not with her, she turns around.
    “You coming?”
    I shake my head and light up. “Go ahead.”
    Ellie flashes me a disapproving glare. She’s used it on me before, and I know what’s coming. She takes a few steps toward me, frowning. “You need to quit that, Damian. It’s not good for you.”
    I laugh. “Thanks for the advice, Elle.”
    “I mean it. Liam would be disappointed—”
    “In this?” I cut her off, holding up the cigarette. “Yeah, well, I’m sure Liam would be disappointed in a lot of things if he were here. But he’s not, Elle. He’s gone.”
    She slinks up to me, and I can feel her body heat radiating off her and filling the small space between us. “Your brother loved you, Damian. He wanted what was best for you…and so do I.”
    I take another drag and blow the smoke in her face. She doesn’t flinch at my asshole gesture.