Chapter 245: Echoes Of Candy

David’s POV

It hit again. That impossible feeling.

It's the same arch. The exact tilt. It’s identical to Candy’s.

The thought slammed into me like cold water and gasoline at the same time.

There’s something about Holly that’s been nagging at the back of my mind for days. The faint scent…musk, something warmer like jasmine underneath…that lingers when she’s close. The way her body fits against mine like it was made for it.

I came up with three possibilities; One, it could be that she’s just the first woman to make me this hard since Candy hence the confusion. Two, they’re the same person. Three, I’m completely fucking insane.

I need to know which it was.

I spun her around fast, her back crashing into my chest. She let out a startled gasp as I banded one arm around her waist, holding her tight. My other hand slid down, past the waistband of her skirt, past the thin lace of her panties, until my fingers found her clit…swollen, throbbing, slick.

Jesus Christ.

“Soaked,” I rasped into her ear, circling slowly. “Do you get this wet for Tyler too? Or is it just me?”

She shuddered, trying to sound brave. “It’s…it’s just biology.”

I smirked against her skin and bit the soft spot below her ear…gentle, teasing. She clenched hard around nothing, pushing forward, chasing my touch.

I pulled my fingers back just enough to graze her clit again, light and maddening, never giving her what she needed.

Another soft moan slipped out…the exact same pitch, the same breathy break I remember from Candy in the dark.

Memory flashed hard. Same sound. Same body trembling against mine. Am I losing my mind?

I froze on the spot, my head swirling with different questions.

She felt it, whirled around in my arms, breathless, lips swollen, eyes glazed with pure need. She looked like she’d drop to her knees if I told her to, and that did things to me that no woman could ever do.

I must be insane to think she’s candy…right? I should let that go. She’s gone and there’s no way to track her down.

I stepped closer, grabbed her waist, and yanked her flush against me.

“Be a good girl,” I said in a low, dangerous voice. “Break things off with Tyler. I know you’re only with him to get my attention. Justin told me why you really came to this country…because you want me so fucking bad. And now, Holly, you have my attention.”

She grinned…cheeky, defiant, even now. Something about it made me even harder. What the hell?

“That was true,” she admitted, voice teasing. “But not anymore. I have Tyler now. And since you’ve got me this worked up…” She licked her lips. “I think I’ll call him. Let him finish what you started.”

Possessive rage roared through me as the image of her and Tyler naked flooded my mind.

I groaned, deep and lifted her straight onto the desk again. Papers scattered. Her ass hit the wood and I stepped between her thighs, one hand wrapping around her throat…not tight, just enough to tilt her face up.

Then I kissed her…hard, punishing, claiming. I bit her lower lip until I tasted copper, and she moaned into my mouth, fingers twisting in my hair.

I ripped her blouse open, buttons pinging across the floor. Pushed her bra down and took one breast into my mouth…slow, reverent, swirling my tongue around the tight nipple while my fingers rolled the other.

She arched beautifully, hand fisting my hair, thighs squeezing my hips.

I worshipped her breast…sucking, licking, grazing with teeth, feeling my cock strain painfully against my zipper. I was so hard it hurt, throbbing with every little sound she made.

I was seconds from losing it completely…from spreading her out on this desk and burying myself inside her until neither of us could think, when I remembered.

Ava’s sister.

Holly is Ava’s little sister.

The thought was like ice water down my spine and cock.

I pulled back abruptly. I shouldn’t be doing this. But I don’t want Tyler to do this either.

She gasped, chest heaving, eyes dazed and pleading.

I slide my hand back between her legs one last time, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over her clit through the soaked lace.

“Only I can make you feel like this,” I told her, voice dark and steady. “Tyler’s just a boy. I could make you tremble for days with the kind of pleasure you wouldn’t survive. Remember that and break things off with him.”

She whimpered, hips grinding against my fingers, chasing release—

And the office line rang.

The sound sliced through the haze like a blade.

I yanked my hand away instantly.

Thank goodness.

I almost lost control. I would be the dirtiest of them all to be fucking the sister of the woman I nearly ruined.

Holly scrambled off the desk, hands shaking as she buttoned what’s left of her blouse, face flaming red. She couldn’t even look at me…afraid I might see the hurt and disappointment in her eyes.

She bolted for the door, nearly tripping in her heels, and disappeared into the hallway.

I stood there, breathing hard, cock aching, and my mind trying to justify every reason not popped into me to have her.

The phone kept ringing but I didn’t answer it as a nagging feeling kept pressing down my throat.

Candy. Holly. Same scent. Same moan. Same body.

And the terrifying possibility that won’t leave my head…

What if they really are the same woman? What if I’ve already fucked Ava’s little sister?