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being watched. We’re not. There’s no one nearby, and he locks eyes with me and parts his lips. Huskily, he says on a groan, “Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this.” I push my hips forward and feel the hard heat waiting for me there. He groans again, more deeply, and the sound is like heaven. I can feel him pulsating, growing and pushing against the soft skin above my mound.
    “Who says you shouldn’t?” I whisper, aching to feel his lips on mine. That’s all I want. Just come a little closer…
    “You know who said it.” He searches my eyes, longing for permission. I’m granting it, but he needs it from someone other than me. He’s barely holding back his animal instincts. “He was right, Rue. But still I can’t stop thinking about you. Fuck me if I haven’t tried.”
    I part my lips and nuzzle my face into his masculine neck, breathing him in. He smells so good. Hiding so I can be more brazen than I’ve ever been, I murmur against his skin, “They don’t own me. You do.”
    He grabs me by the back of my hair and pulls my head back with just enough firmness to make my panties dampen instantly. He searches my eyes and says on a rasp, “God help me.” He takes my mouth in his, coaxing mine to succumb to his sensual kiss. His lips mold mine and when I taste the heat of his tongue, a fire explodes in my body. My arms slide around him and he grabs my ass roughly, pulling me into him. “You’re mine, you got that?” I nod with hooded eyes and he devours me again, leaning into me like we’re alone in a bedroom and not on a New York street, pushing my legs open with his knee so he can rub in between my thighs, giving me the type of friction my body aches for.
    “Is that Alec Gabriel and Rue Stone?” “Oh my God, get your phone out!” “Already got it.” “Video?” “No. They stopped too soon.” “Holy shit, that was hot.”

Chapter Seven

Rue
    A lec pulls away from my lips, but his eyes assure me that’s the last thing he wants to do. Both of us want to ignore the intruders, but we can’t. We just can’t. Quickly, he looks over his shoulder, unzips and removes his jacket to hold it in front of him and hide his swollen erection. “Stay here.” He leaves me breathless and watching. I pull my coat tighter around my body as he walks up to them. “Hey. Can I see that?”
    “No way,” a dark-haired hipster says, holding his phone tightly in his stumpy little fingers. Alec easily takes it from him. The guy objects, “Hey!” as Alec deletes the images.
    “You look good, Rue,” he smirks to me as the two guys watch, helplessly.
    “I do, huh?” I grin at him.
    “Come ON!” the amber-haired one cries out, his pimples betraying his munchies-after-bong addiction.
    Finished removing the evidence, Alec surprises the guys by moving to stand in between them and turning the phone around for a three-person-selfie. Jazzed, the guys smile for the shot, and Alec’s left corner of his mouth does its usual, sexy-as-fuck upturn. He snaps a photo and hands the phone back to them. “Now, no photos of us as we walk away. Deal?”
    “You got it.” “Thanks man!” They’re both looking at the photo, their heads pushed together. “This is awesome.” “No one’s going to believe it.”
    Alec walks over and grabs my hand, hightailing it in out of there. “Shit,” he mutters, “What was I thinking?”
    I’m too impressed, aroused and delirious to say anything intelligible. Walking beside him, the idea settles in that I really like this man. Not just the idea of him, but him. Maybe Jenna was right and my initial predilection toward thinking I was in love with him was based on years of watching him from afar with the rest of the world. But now, hurrying to keep up to his long strides, I feel a growing like for him.
    But what good does that do us? We’re stuck between his best friends, my brothers, in a world that will display our affair if we tried to have one.
    Affair.
    “Oh my God.”
    “What?” he