I didn’t make it ten feet past the parking garage door before I was fighting off a full-blown, what-the-f**k-am-I-doing-with-my-life spiral.
My lips still felt swollen from Jace.
My thighs? Still pulsing from TJ.
My brain?
MIA. Probably off filing a restraining order against my libido.
TJ had kissed me like he knew I still tasted like Vaughn. Like he didn’t give a damn that I’d just been wrapped around Jace less thirty minutes earlier. And Jace? Oh, he cared. That man was two seconds from calling a board meeting just to fire the s****l tension out of the room with a missile.
I was the goddamn battlefield. And the war had just begun.
I fumbled through my purse, pulling out my phone and dialing the only person who wouldn’t throw me in a s*x dungeon for this emotional chaos.
Jackie.
