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laughed.
    “That’s what you get for doubting me,” I teased.
    “I guess you learn something new every day,” he said teasingly as he pulled me into his hard, warm chest and kissed me. “Now let’s eat.”
    ***
    After a delicious meal, Brandon suggested watching a movie. I ended up picking some random action flick on Netflix, something I thought we could both enjoy. After a few minutes into the movie, Brandon got up to use the restroom.
    “Do you want me to pause the film?” I asked.
    “No, that’s okay. I’ll be back in a bit.” He leaned over the couch to kiss me. “Don’t miss me too much,” he teased.
    I rolled my eyes and giggled.
    When 10 minutes had passed and Brandon still hadn’t returned from the restroom, I was starting to wonder if he was okay. I couldn’t really hear anything from the bathroom over the noise of the TV, but I thought I heard the water running. Maybe he’s making a call , I thought. Maybe he’s calling Desiree , a tiny voice whispered inside my head. “No,” I heard myself say out loud. “Stop jumping to conclusion again, Emma.” I shook my head, as if I could shake off that jealous thought.
    “Sorry to interrupt.” I jumped at the sound of Brandon’s voice.
    “Oh. Sorry.” God, he must have heard me talking to myself. I felt my face grow hot as I looked over at him. “How much did you hear?” I asked sheepishly.
    “Nothing at all,” Brandon said with a smirk. I cringed with embarrassment .
    “Is everything okay?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
    Brandon raised his eyebrows. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
    “You were just, um, just in the bathroom for a while,” I replied hesitantly.
    Brandon laughed. “Right. Well, I had some business to take care of.”
    “Gross,” I said, making a face of disgust as I laughed.
    Brandon shrugged and laughed. “Come over here. I need to show you something.”
    I looked at him and felt uneasy. “What did you do?” I asked tentatively. Oh God, did he clog my toilet? I thought. I am not ready for that type of intimacy. In fact, I never want to be ready for that sort of intimacy .
    “Just come over here already,” he said with a playful air of impatience. “Or else, I’ll have to make you come over here.” There was something raw and forceful in his voice that instantly turned me on.
    “And what if I want you to make me come to you,” I flirted back as I slowly got up from the couch. Our eyes locked on to one another and I instantly knew he was turned on too.
    When I got close enough, he grabbed my waist and pulled me urgently towards him and whispered hotly into my ear, “I would have had a lot of fun making you come … to me.”
    I gasped at his bold suggestive statement; his hot breathe in my ear stirred a familiar desire in the pit of my stomach. I was beyond turned on. Without a second thought, I grabbed his gorgeous face with both hands and pulled him down towards me. I was desperate for his lips on mine—I yearned to taste him and for him to taste me. When his mouth enveloped mine, I felt an electric current pulse between our connection. My lips moved against his eagerly, and with every growing second, they were hungry for more of him. His tongue parted me and I eagerly took him in. As our kiss deepen, I felt the hardness grow in his jeans as his hands brushed through my hair and explored my back.
    “I want you now,” I said in a ragged whisper as I tried to pull him toward my bed on the opposite end of the room.
    Brandon resisted my movement towards the bed and gently pulled away from me. “God, you have no idea how much I want you, Emma, but—”
    “Actually, I do,” I purred, interrupting him and rubbed my hand against the ever-growing bulge that pressed against his jeans on the other side.
    Brandon groaned, “Don’t tempt me, Emma, or I won’t be able to hold back any longer if you do.”
    I was about to protest , but he held his hand to my lips. “I want to show you something first.” He