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“We stay close, keep up the act, and draw her out. She’s bound to make a mistake; when she does, we’ll be ready.”

I nodded, feeling a sense of determination settle over me. “I just want this to be over,” I admitted.

“Me, too, gorgeous. Me, too.”

Chapter Eighteen

Creed

“You two don’t have anything better to do?” Tatum asked, glancing between Murphy and me.

Murphy shook his head. “You know you guys aren’t going to be left alone.”

Tatum put her hands on her hips. “So both of you need to be here?”

I glanced at Murphy and shrugged. “I’m not going anywhere.” It had been a week since Jada and I had hooked up, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to be away from her unless I needed to be.

We were all at a standstill until Candace showed her ugly mug. I figured I might as well spend my time with Jada until that happened.

“I don’t got shit to do either,” Murphy sighed.

Tatum threw her hands in the air. “Well, then let’s go get coffee. Jada and I have to do inventory this afternoon, and I always need a good caffeine jolt to get me through.”

Murphy and Tatum exchanged a glance and then walked out the door, their footsteps echoing through the quiet shop. The bell above the door dinged as they left, and I turned my attention back to the shop.

“Creed,” Jada called. “Can you come help me?”

I pushed off the counter and headed toward Jada’s office.

“I’m in the historical section,” she called.

I veered off to the left and found Jada in the last row of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. She was putting a few books on the shelves, and I moved behind her, looping my arms around her waist and pulling her back to my front. “What are you up to, gorgeous?” I whispered.

She hummed under her breath and turned her head to press a kiss to my lips. “Is someone here?”

I shook my head and slipped my hand under her shirt. “Tatum and Murphy went to go get coffee.”

“Yeah?” she whispered, pressing her ass into my dick and tossing her head to the side, exposing her neck to me.

“You missed me, gorgeous?” I asked. I press a trail of kisses to her neck, and a moan escaped her lips.

She nodded, her breathing quickening.

“How long do you think we have until they’re back?” I asked.

“Ten minutes?” Jada guessed.

“And if anyone comes in, the bell will ring, right?” I whispered against her skin.

“Yes,” she sighed.

That was the only thing I needed to hear. “Drop your pants, bend over, and hold onto the bookshelf in front of you,” I ordered.

Jada’s breath hitched, but she did what I asked. She undid her pants and let them fall to her ankles before bending over, gripping the edge of the bookshelf.

I dropped my pants to my ankles and stroked my cock while I watched her bend over in front of me. “We gotta be quick, gorgeous.” I smoothed my hand over her supple ass and stepped toward her.

She looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes dark with need. “Fuck me, Creed,” she ordered.

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