Another Mazzy Monday by Savannah Young, Sierra Avalon Page B

quickly pull her upstairs and into the first available spare bedroom. I make sure to bolt the door behind us and wiggle it a few times just to make sure it’s locked.
    I study her for a long moment. How is it possible that she’s so much more beautiful than the last time I saw her? She’s a feast for the eyes. I want her to be a feast for my hands and other parts of my body as well.
    When I close the distance between us there’s a hint of hesitation in her eyes that concerns me. “What’s wrong?” I whisper.
    “I feel guilty,” she admits. “I’m engaged to your brother.”
    “You’re fake engaged to my brother. And he’s gay. I don’t think there’s a tremendous conflict of interest.” I’m not sure if I’m trying to convince her or myself. I admit I feel a little uncomfortable about us being together too. If anyone ever found out it could completely destroy my brother’s campaign and my family members would be destroyed right along with it.
    “No one will ever find out,” I assure her. “We’re in a locked room. It’s only me and you. We’ll make sure that we leave at different times. I don’t want to hurt my brother or his campaign, but I can’t stay away from you. I’m drawn to you like a moth to a flame.”
    She gives me her tiny grin. “That never works out too well for the moth.”
    I carefully place my hands on her face. “It will be okay. I promise. Do you want to be with me?”
    I hold my breath while I wait for her response. I haven’t thought this through enough to know what I’ll do if she says she doesn’t want me.
    Luckily for me she nods. “I do want you, Austin…”
    “But?” I hear that inherent word lingering in the air.
    She heaves a sigh. “Someone always finds out. It’s nearly impossible to keep something like this a secret. Other people are always able to tell even when the two people involved think they’re hiding it.”
    I narrow my gaze at her. “You seem to be speaking from personal experience.”
    “Before my mom left my dad she had an affair. She obviously thought she was hiding it, but everyone knew. It was the talk of the town. My sister and I were eight at the time, and even we could figure it out.”
    I want to tell her I don’t care if people find out, but part of me does. The small part of me that’s still trying to please my parents.
    “I’m not sure I can handle not being with you,” I admit. “I feel like whatever this is between us is only going to get stronger. I already feel like it’s killing me not to kiss you right now.”
    “I don’t want to be responsible for killing you.” She laughs. Not quite the carefree laugh that I love so much. This laugh is laced with a bit of discomfort.
    I don’t wait for her to change her mind. I kiss her like I’ve never kissed anyone before. Slowly at first, giving our lips a chance to get reacquainted. Then I deepen the kiss. Mazzy responds to every one of my movements as if we’re part of a perfectly choreographed dance.
    I’m so turned on it’s taking every ounce of restraint I have not to rip her clothes off. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want Mazzy.
    “Do you want to slow down?” I scan her eyes for any more signs of hesitancy. All I see is desire.
    When she shakes her head I devour her lips, her tongue, her teeth. I want to possess every part of her mouth before I move on to other parts of her body.
    This time Mazzy doesn’t express any hesitation. Her lips melt into mine.
    I can feel my dick swell and all I can think about is taking Mazzy on that giant guest bed right behind us. I move my hands down her body and brush my thumbs over her already erect nipples which are poking out of the thin fabric of her cocktail dress.
    She quivers in response.
    I make my way down her body and then slip my hand under her dress. Her silk panties are already damp with desire and that turns me on even more.
    When she whispers, “I need to tell you something,” my heart skips a few beats and