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wanted to do since I hit puberty,” she breathed as her lips crushed onto mine.
    I wanted to pull away, but something inside me was stirring and as bad as I wanted to, it was something I couldn’t ignore. I found myself wanting to make her happy—just like always, my own happiness be damned.
    Despite our precarious situation, I groaned, my hand drifting down her body before finally grabbing her backside and pulling her even closer to me. She purred in approval and to be honest in that moment I just didn’t give a fuck. I didn’t care if she was my best friend’s sister, I didn’t care that she was married, and I didn’t give a flying fuck that she was a mother. She was filling a need for me—just like I was for her—and, in that moment, that was all that mattered.
    Without further thought, I grabbed her by the hand for the third time that night. I paused next to Shane and told him that we were headed to grab drinks. I promised to be right back even though I knew that was the farthest thing from the truth. This was going to take awhile, and I was fuckin’ excited about it. My hand gripped Elizabeth’s tightly as we pushed our way through the crowd. It took us a while but eventually we made our way off the dance floor and passed the bar. The music faded once we entered the closed off bathroom corridor, and only the reverberations of the bass were audible. I knew that I was serious about what were about to do, but I questioned whether she was truly capable of it. This was something that was dangerous and exciting—everything Elizabeth wasn’t. In attempt to wake her up, I pushed her against the wall and gazed down at her, hoping that I could scare her with my size and seriousness.
    “This is seriously fucked up,” I muttered, my eyes never breaking contact with hers. “You’re married …”
    “Hardly,” she added coolly, turning her head away from mine. I was bothered by how cold she turned in that instant. I couldn’t fight the nagging feeling that I’d had since she’d showed up. I wanted to do something, anything, to numb whatever pain she was going through. I wanted to protect her just like I had throughout her younger years. I wanted to fix it … to fix her
    I kissed her cheek.
    “I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours, Half-Pint—”
    “You don’t have to,” she interrupted. “Just let me have some fun.” Her pleading eyes found their way back to mine and I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I pressed myself against her, hoping to somehow intimidate her and make her question her motives, but it did nothing but encourage her and her arms wrapped around my waist, grabbed my ass, and pulled me toward her.
    My head fell back in ecstasy—it had been too long since I’d let someone touch me. “Goddamn it,” I managed to murmur before finally giving in and crashing my lips onto hers. Our tongues danced before I was suddenly aware of the precarious situation we were in, leaving ourselves open to discovery in the hallway. I grabbed her thighs and gently lifted her up. Encouraged and breathless with excitement, she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, totally trusting me to take care of her. She was lighter than I could have ever imagined. I knew she was small, but damn that girl was tiny. Without my lips ever leaving hers, I carried her into the men’s bathroom. It was a total Rob move—sleazy beyond belief—but I didn’t give a shit. It was the only opportunity I would have, and I was going to seize it.
    I yelled an intimidating warning to any guy that may be in there, in hopes that it would scare them off before shoving our bodies into an empty stall. I slammed the door shut behind me, locking it with my free hand. Elizabeth giggled with excitement as I pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her petite frame. My hands immediately began exploring. Her skin felt fucking fantastic next to mine, and with each kiss and touch I felt myself falling deeper into her.
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