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with a shiver and a moan breaking the words in half.
    His fingertips pressed. “Or maybe someone else has been taking my place. Maybe you don’t need me anymore.”
    She twitched, eyes going briefly closed when his hand moved up higher. Above the garters. His fingers slid along her clit and the seam of her pussy through her silky panties. His cock was rock hard, straining in his briefs.
    “Someone else has been where I should be,” Elliott muttered.
    Her eyes flew open. She’d have pulled away, but the car behind her and him in front prevented her from going anywhere. “Where you didn’t want to be. Don’t you dare fucking judge me, Elliott. You don’t get to be jealous. You don’t get to care. You gave all that up, remember? You chose.”
    He couldn’t stop himself from pushing aside the leg band of her panties and finding her heat inside. She jerked when he did, muttering a curse, but didn’t pull away. She opened for him, hips pushing upward as she put a hand behind his neck and pulled him close to her.
    She didn’t kiss him.
    She turned her face at the last second when he tried to kiss her mouth, so he dragged his lips along her jaw. He found the sweetness of her neck and feasted there, biting and sucking as his fingers fucked deeper into her. She was so beautiful. So wet. Elliott shuddered as his thumb found her clit, rubbing as he pushed inside her.
    “Did he make you come?” He breathed against her throat.
    Simone twisted beneath him, her lips going to his ear. “Yes.”
    The thought of it made him want to break something. His teeth caught her flesh, instead, and she cried out. Writhing. Her pussy clenched on his fingers. Her nails raked the back of his neck. She said his name in a voice like she was making a threat.
    “Not like I do,” Elliott said. Fingers moving faster. Thumb rubbing, rubbing. He bent her back over the trunk of the car, his own hips rocking, grinding, anything he could do to get his cock against her.
    Simone let out a long, low moan.
    “Not like me. Say it, Simone. Say it wasn’t like it was with me.” He fucked himself against her harder, his cock like iron, like granite, like diamonds. It was nothing like her hand or mouth on him, nothing like the wet, slick welcome of her pussy, but he couldn’t stop himself.
    She opened wider for him, rocking her hips to get him even deeper inside her. Her breathing, harsh and ragged, broke into a series of stuttering groans. She was close. Fuck, so was he, just from this. Hot fluid gushed around his fingers, and it sent him over the edge. He hurtled into orgasm. Mindless to anything but the pleasure ripping through him.
    They came together, his hand clamped over her mouth to keep her cries from echoing throughout the garage. It lasted forever. Waves of it washing over them until finally she quieted. So did he.
    Elliott opened his eyes to look into hers. They still looked bright blue, but now he was ashamed to see the sheen of tears. This time when he kissed her, she let him. Elliott let his forehead drop to hers, holding her close while he withdrew his hand from between her legs. Her grip softened on the back of his neck, soothing the sting her nails had left.
    “I love you,” Simone whispered against his mouth. “Elliott, oh, God. I love you.”
    “I know you do.” It was the first thing that came out of him, the stupidest thing he’d ever said in an eternally long line of stupid things. He knew it the instant he said it, but it was too late to take it back. All he could do was move back, out of the way.
    All he could do was let her go.
    Simone slapped him so hard his ears rang. Pain exploded in his cheek, his ear. The copper taste of blood sparked on his tongue.
    “Fuck you,” she said. “Fuck. You.”
    He tried to say her name, to call out after her, but she gave him the finger and kept walking. Didn’t look back. He tried again, her name slicing at his tongue and throat, leaving him voiceless.
    She stopped to walk backward a