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my heart out and he was coming at me over the rules of truth or dare?
    “I’m supposed to ask you whether you want truth, or dare.” He leaned forward and captured my ankle in his hand and gave it a light squeeze. “Then”—his voice dropped low as he trailed a finger underneath my yoga pants up my calf—“you decide which one you choose. So what’s it going to be, Liv? Truth or dare?”
    I felt suspended in time. Afraid I was about to bare more of my soul to this guy who had already seen so much of it. Terrified to turn this already death-defying leap of faith into a out-and-out free fall.
    I heard the word in my heart long before I spoke it.
    “Yes.”
     

Chapter Five
    Bash
    She got me.
    Again.
    Funny, we’d known each other for such a short while, but I couldn’t seem to remember a time when she didn’t have me. It was like my cells were filled with her, and the harder I tried to purge her from my life, the more I craved her. The days we’d spent apart since I’d last seen her were hell. I tried to tell myself I was doing the right thing by staying away…by not leading her on. But being without her felt so fucking wrong.
    Jail sucked, no question, but when I was there, I’d known she was out of reach. Here, at home, lying awake knowing she was right there, this close, and I could have her any time…any way I wanted her?
    That was hell.
    I’d managed to keep myself from calling her, but barely. And when she’d called me? I couldn’t say no. Even as my brain had supplied the excuse to blow her off, my piehole went off script. Then she’d told me about the lawyer she’d gotten for me—only God knew how—and the last of the walls I’d tried to put up between us had crumbled.
    Whatever Matty and Reid thought of her, one thing was for sure. This girl was real. She wasn’t just looking for a rough ride with a tough guy. She was falling for me.
    Now here we sat facing each other, her leg in my hand, playing a stupid kids’ game that was about to get very grown-up.
    She stared at me through shining cornflower eyes, the pulse in her neck beating so fast, I could see it from where I sat.
    “You’re letting me choose for you, then?” I asked, running my thumb over her ankle before releasing her.
    She wet her full lips. “Yes.”
    “All right then,” I said softly. “Truth.”
    She looked disappointed I hadn’t said dare, which made my stomach muscles clench with want, but she nodded anyway.
    “And you can’t lie,” I warned.
    She nodded again.
    “If I sat on a chair in the middle of the room right now and asked you to come and do a lap dance for me, would you do it?” My voice was choked at the end as my brain created a virtual home movie of that exact scene.
    It was that third, shy nod paired with the fire in her eyes that sent me over the edge, and I knew there was no going back. Her cheeks were flushed and her breath was coming faster now. We’d barely touched, but we were both desperate for it. For each other.
    “Your turn,” she whispered, shimmying her ass until her legs were lined up next to mine, ankle to hip. “Truth or dare?”
    “You choose.” It only seemed fair, but also, I’d just gotten a whiff of her vanilla shampoo and it was making me want to do things. Bad, bad things. The other night had been so fast and furious, I’d barely gotten a chance to touch her. Now that I had finally wrapped my head around which way the wind was blowing with her for real, I was hell-bent on taking my time, making it last…
    “Truth.” Her voice was so quiet, I had to lean closer to hear her. “Tell me your wildest fantasy.”
    Fuck. I closed my eyes as the blood flowed faster to my cock. A dozen scenarios ran through my mind, all fighting for supremacy. I opened my mouth to tell her the tamest one, the one that didn’t make me seem like a total sexual deviant, but when I looked at her again, the words died on my tongue. It was truth or dare and I was actually starting to believe I