Claire's POVBefore he could get another word out, I turned him around and shoved him backward onto the massive sectional. He fell onto the cushions with a surprised grunt, his eyes widening like he hadn’t expected me to actually have the strength—or the nerve. The move surprised even me, but damn if it didn’t feel good to take control for once tonight.I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, my knees sinking into the soft leather on either side of his thighs. My hands moved on their own, tracing up the hard planes of his chest through that fitted black shirt. God, he was solid. Warm. The kind of heat that seeped into your bones and made you forget every bad decision that led you here.“Ugh—Claire,” he groaned, voice rough and strained. “I know you’re not drunk. I personally made sure you only had water, so stop behaving like one.”I smiled down at him, slow and deliberate, my fingers already working the top button of his shirt free. It popped open easily, revealing a tantalizin
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