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“I want us to work, Jules. I’ll do better. You want me to talk, I’ll talk. Hell, I’ll fucking yodel for you if that’s what you want. Just come home with me tonight.”

Her lips part, and I long to run my tongue along that sweet mouth, to taste her, nip at the graceful column of her neck until she moans. Begs me to fuck her.

I want to bury myself balls-deep inside her until she cries out my name.

I want her to take me back.

“King.” Her voice is a breathy whisper, a gentle exhalation.

Heart pounding, cock throbbing, I stare into her eyes.

I need her like I need food, water, air.

“Please, Jules.” I’m desperate, every part of me blazing for the woman standing in front of me.

She shakes her head, and my stomach sinks. She’s going to turn me down, and then what?

“I shouldn’t be doing this.” Scooting away from me, she presses her key fob, and the Toyota beeps to life. She pops the trunk and grabs her suitcase.

“Let’s go.”

She said yes.

I resist the urge to punch my fist up toward the sky and cheer.

Instead, I take the bag and slide my arm around her waist, dropping my lips to hers. She’s minty and sweet, and everything inside me swells with pure joy. My heart belongs to this woman, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving it to her.

Wasting no time, I guide her to my truck and load the luggage, then help her into the cab.

I turn the engine over and ease out of the lot. “You didn’t unpack yet?”

She shakes her head. “No. It’s a long story.”

“We’ve got time.” I rest my hand on her upper thigh, fingers itching to touch her, stroke her, watch her come undone.

“My brothers are dicks. They let a rat—I think it’s just one; god, I hope it’s just one—loose in my apartment.”

“They did what?” I almost slam on my brakes in shock. I can’t imagine doing something that awful to Poppy.

She’d probably kill me with her bare hands, for starters.

“Yep. Damon got a rat, broke into my apartment, and released him from his cage. Ratigan’s probably eating through my dried goods as we speak.”

“Those fuckers?—”

“It’s under control. I called the exterminator. He’s coming out on Friday.”

“That’s not until the end of the week.”

“Best he could do. Apparently it’s termite season.”

“Yeah, it is. Where were you going to sleep tonight? I’m assuming not at your apartment with the rat.”

“Definitely not. Maybe in my car.”

“Juliet. That’s totally unsafe.”

Her shoulders inch toward her ears, then back down again. “I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

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