Sugar cleared her throat, trying to regain control of herself as she changed the subject. “I think it’s time for me to go home. I have to get ready for work soon.”

Standing up, she stepped out of the tub, but before she could reach for the towel, Miles grabbed it first. He wrapped it around her, his hands warm against her damp skin. Dipping his head, he kissed her softly.

Sugar couldn’t stop the moan that slipped from her lips.

“You can run all you like, darlin’,” he whispered against her lips, pulling back just slightly. “But after last night and this mornin’, you should know I’ve got the stamina to keep up.”

He kissed her forehead and left her alone in the glow of candlelight.

After drying off, Sugar went to the sink and stared at the woman in the mirror. Her gaze snagged on something unfamiliar: a hot pink toothbrush resting in a holder. She picked it up, realization dawning.

He had bought her a toothbrush.

Miles Thibodeau had bought her a fucking toothbrush.

She hadn’t even thought to bring her own. He could’ve just fucked her and sent her home. Hell, he could’ve fucked her in her bed and disappeared. But he wanted her to stay, even when she tried to leave.

Every step had been romantic, from the rose petals to the prepared bath, to the breakfast, and even the toothbrush.

He made it harder and harder to keep things simple, to stick to the boundaries she’d set for herself. Every time she tried to stay on course, he did something that made her want to veer off the path.

She closed her eyes and groaned in frustration, gripping the toothbrush.

Miles wasn’t the right man for a no-strings situation.

She aggressively brushed her teeth, angry at herself for ending up in this predicament. She had promised she wouldn’t let this happen. She’d told herself she didn’t need anyone but herself.

So why did she want him so badly?

It’s not too late to fix this, a tiny voice whispered from the back of her mind.

When Sugar finished brushing, she searched for Miles and found him in the kitchen, cleaning up the mess from breakfast. Her heart pounded nervously as she stared at his tattooed back, trying to summon the courage to say what needed to be said.

Tell him it’s over, the voice urged.

“Look at me,” she ordered, her voice sharp as he worked, not noticing her presence.

Miles stopped, turned, and arched an eyebrow.

“You’re fucking evil, you know that?” she said, walking slowly toward him. “Ever since I met you, you’ve made it your mission to get under my skin and in my head. You’re trying to make me addicted to you, so I’ll keep coming back. You bend my rules and make me break them.”

“You’ve known since day one I’m selfish, Sugar,” he replied, closing the distance between them.

“I should’ve said no to all of this,” she growled, rubbing her temples.

“But you didn’t,” he countered smoothly, “and you wanna know why?”

She scoffed, crossing her arms. “Sure, enlighten me since you seem to know more about me than I do.”

Miles leaned down, their lips close. “Because sweet, responsible Sugar is a little selfish deep down.”

“You made me that way.” Her warm breath mingled with his.

“No, you’ve always been that way,” he said. “I’ve just made it my responsibility to bring it out of you any way I can.”

Sugar gripped his chin roughly, fire burning in her eyes. “You bastard.”

He flashed that devilish smile she both hated and adored. “Tell me somethin’ I don’t know, darlin’.”

She let the towel fall from her body as she rose up on her toes, crushing her mouth into his, her tongue invading him as she claimed it for herself. She caught his bottom lip with her teeth, tugging at it before letting it go. His eyes darkened before he kissed her back, hungrier.

They stumbled out of the kitchen and collapsed onto the couch with him on top of her.

She didn’t care that her neglected cellphone dug into her back as he pounded into her, rough and desperate.

Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him closer as she met each of his thrusts with an eagerness that surprised even herself. He kept one foot planted on the floor for stability, bracing his arms against the couch as he fucked her.

Each rough thrust bumped Sugar’s head against the armrest, but she barely noticed, consumed by the pleasure burning through her veins.

Her nails raked down his inked back, leaving red lines in their wake as she held on for dear life. She bit into his shoulder, sinking her teeth deep into the firm flesh as a desperate, broken moan bubbled in her throat.

Miles responded with a guttural growl of his own, his hips moving in time with hers.

“That’s it, darlin’,” he rasped, his voice thick with need. “Be selfish with me.”

And selfish she was, taking what she wanted from him.

They fucked like animals, their bodies slick with sweat as they took what they needed from each other without apology or regret. They fucked like they despised each other, Miles’s body punishing hers with each brutal thrust.

Her sharp gasp filled the air as an orgasm tore through her, her spine arching like a bow. She came from how his pelvis smacked against her clit every time he impaled her with his dick. She came from how his dick hit that perfect, hidden spot within her.

She came from being… selfish.

He filled her pussy with his cum, spilling all he had into her as he ground his hips against hers. Their bodies clung together, their breathing labored, and the mess between them warm and sticky. As they came down from the high they wrung out of each other, she felt a rhythm of vibrations against her back.

Her mind took a moment to recognize what produced that sensation.

Her cellphone.

She whimpered as Miles eased his cock from her. Then she reached underneath her back and pulled out her phone.

A missed call from her twin brother, Sully. Then the screen lit up with a notification, having received a text message from him too.

Sully: WHAT THE EVERLIVING FUCK, SHUG?!?!

Her heart froze.

“Oh, my god.” Panic seized her as she stared at those five words in disbelief.

She had accidentally dialed Sully.

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