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And just like that, I’m at full wood.

I gulp. My gaze is fastened to her gorgeous pussy, so soft and velvety smooth.

Her fingers descend, gently tracing her parted lips before stroking over her clit in lazy circles. She arches her back and closes her eyes.

I groan, “You’re killing me, Davies.” I can’t take my eyes off her because she’s so beautiful.

“That’s a little preview of what you’ll find waiting for you upon arrival.” A small smile curves her lips. “We’ll just call it motivation.”

“The only thing you’ve done,” I growl, “is give me a raging hard-on.”

She giggles. “Well, no one will mess with you when they see that thing.”

I narrow my eyes. “You’re a little demon, you know that?”

“See you in two hours, sugar-booger,” she singsongs gleefully. With that, she flicks the covers back over her body and burrows into them.

Goddamn, but I lov—

Shocked, I catch the words right before they explode in my head.

But you know what?

I think I do.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Natalie

I’m supposed to meet Brody at the library in twenty minutes, and I’m running late. I grab my bag from the table and am flying out the door of my apartment when I smack into a hard body. I bounce back a step as large hands reach out and grab my arms, steadying me before I can tumble backward.

My eyes land on the man holding me and widen. John McKinnon is the last person I expected to find on my doorstep. Once I have my balance, I quickly step away from him.

He inclines his dark head. “Hello, Natalie.”

“Hi, Mr. McKinnon.” I gulp down the rising nerves. “Are you looking for Brody?” I ask, hoping that’s all his presence signifies.

I’m about to tell him that he’s not here, when John says, “No, actually I came to speak with you. Do you have a few minutes for us to talk?”

I shift from one foot to another, intimidated by him. “I was just on my way to meet someone,” I say evasively. The last thing I want is to have a conversation alone with him. Already I know that whatever he wants to discuss won’t be good.

Even though he smiles, the expression doesn’t reach his eyes. “I’m sure my son will understand if you’re a few minutes late.”

When I don’t move from the door, he quirks a brow as if amused by my behavior. “May I come in?”

I glance behind me and gnaw my lower lip. Zara is at class, and I’m here by myself.

“Natalie,” he says impatiently. “It’s important that I speak with you about Brody. Give me ten minutes of your time, and then I’ll be on my way.”

I jerk my head into a nod and step aside, allowing him to pass. He walks in and settles himself on the couch. I trail stiffly behind him into the living room and remain standing. I keep about ten feet of distance between us. If I need to dart to the door, I think I can make it.

Which is ridiculous. This is Brody’s father we’re talking about. Not some thug in a dark alleyway. And yet…I feel just as vulnerable and ill-at-ease.

He points to the chair situated across from the couch. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable if you sat down?”

I shake my head. There’s nothing that will make this impromptu visit comfortable. “If you don’t mind, I’d prefer if you just tell me why you’re here.”

He nods his head, a touch of respect entering his eyes. “I can appreciate that.” He leans forward until his elbows rest on his knees. He holds my gaze with a penetrating stare just long enough to make me squirm. “I think you and I have the same goal in mind.”

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