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Chapter One

Reece Walker ran his palms over the slick, soapy ass of the woht to hell

Not because he'd slept with a woman he barely knew Not because he'd enticed her into bed with a series of well-timed bourbons and particularly inventive half-truths Not even because he'd lied to his best friend Brent about why Reece couldn't drive with him to the airport to pick up Jenna, the third player in their trifecta of lifelong friendship

No, Reece was staring at the fiery pit because he was a lame, horny asshole without the balls to tell the naked beauty standing in the shoith hi about for the last four hours

And if that wasn't one of the pathways to hell, it daht to be

He let out a sigh of frustration, and Megan tilted her head, one eyebrow rising in question as she slid her hand down to stroke his cock, which was de to hell issue "A you?"

"Hardly" That, at least, was the truth He felt like a prick, yes But he was a well-satisfied one "I was just thinking that you're beautiful"

She s both shy and pleased--and Reece felt evenwith him? She was beautiful And hot and funny and easy to talk to Not to ood in bed

But she wasn't Jenna, which was a ridiculous coame, whereas Jenna was one of his two best friends She trusted him Loved hiht of doing all sorts of delicious things with her in bed, Reece knew da their friendship Besides, Jenna didn't love him like that Never had, never would

And that--plus about a billion more reasons--meant that Jenna was entirely off-limits

Too bad his vivid iotten the memo

Fuck it

He tightened his grip, squeezing Megan's perfect rear "Forget the shower," heyou back to bed" He needed this Wild Hot De

Hell, he'd scorch the earth if that's what it took to burn Jenna fro, and very, very satisfied His guilt Her pleasure At least it would be a win for one of them

And who knows? Maybe he'd ht out of his head

It didn't work