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she gave herself over to him. He kept driving her relentlessly toward a precipice, somewhere she’d never been before, not even in her dreams. And she knew no part of her would be the same.
    “I love you,” he murmured against her throat. “I know it’s wrong, but I love you.”
    She tried to say she loved him too, wanted to say it, but everything ignited all at once, every sensation collided—the scent of Jaden’s sweat-slicked skin, the size and hardness of his cock, the rough urgency of his voice. She was drunk with it, crying out for him, rolling her hips to ride out the last eddies. Then she felt his body go rigid as he came, each contraction pulsing, each cry wrenched from him.
    Gradually, the water sounds of the fountain reached her, along with a playful wind sifting through the trees. The shock of what she’d just done hit her all at once. It felt as though she’d never known herself, who she was, what she was capable of. She’d invited Jaden to seduce her. She’d slept with two men in one night—not just one night, but consecutively. It wasn’t possible. Delaney Jones volunteered at Habitat for Humanity. She weeded and hoed at Sustainable Harvest. Just last week, she braved the eye-rolling contempt of her stepmother and the fond indulgence of her father by telling them she planned to devote herself to helping the less fortunate. “Rich white guilt,” Val said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “At some point, you’ll come to your senses.”
    And now she would suffer the consequences of her shameful desire. Not pregnancy—she was on birth control to help regulate her periods. But something far more costly: her self-respect.
    When Jaden kissed her, she could tell he was still high with passion. Already his cock was stiffening, lengthening.
    From a distance, she heard Jaden’s girlfriend calling his name. He heard it too, because with the mad scrambling of the conscience-stricken, he grabbed his clothes even before Delaney grabbed hers. He yanked up his zipper, swearing, while she pulled on her shorts. Her T-shirt dropped over her head just before Jaden’s girlfriend appeared on the walkway leading to the gazebo. Had she seen them? Delaney could hardly breathe.
    “Didn’t you hear me yelling for you?” the girl said irritably. Delaney sat on the gazebo bench, making an elaborate attempt to look casual. Jaden sat beside her with his legs crossed.
    “Sorry,” he said. “We were talking.”
    The girl slid her eyes toward Delaney. The hostility was unmistakable, despite her saccharine smile. “How sweet.”
    Delaney heard the sarcasm, but there was no double meaning to the statement. She allowed herself a shaky exhale.
    The girl sat between them, then sidled over to Jaden. She smelled of cigarettes and Chanel. Her hair was curlier than Delaney’s, dark like hers, but it tumbled over breasts twice her size. Delaney felt a stab of jealousy, and then told herself how wrong it was to feel that way. Everything about it was wrong. She herself was wrong. The Delaney she knew wouldn’t have dreamt of sleeping with another girl’s boyfriend, even if that boyfriend was Jaden.
    He and the girl made small talk while Delaney sat in silent misery. Her head ached. Everything between her thighs ached. Jaden cast her searching looks. He was worried about her, she could tell, worried and bewildered and as desperately afraid and in love as she was. But he had a girlfriend. And he was her stepbrother.
    “I’ve got to go,” Delaney said suddenly. She stood, horribly self-conscious, convinced the girl could tell what she’d been up to just by looking at her.
    “Oh, that’s too bad,” the girl purred. She slipped her fingers through Jaden’s. “Are you going to go save an Indian baby or something?”
    Delaney caught the look of blazing indignation on Jaden’s face and shook her head before he said anything. Tears welled inside her throat. There were too many feelings colliding all at once. She couldn’t