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My shoulders slump. “Because she’s hot...if you like the duplicate model.”

“You’d be surprised at the things I do, Shelton. Stupid-as-fuck things. Shit that woman is going to murder me over one day.”

“I don’t want to talk about her. You do what you need to. And just let me do what I need to not feel so battered and marred.”

“I called her by your name tonight, it’s dumb as fuck how much you still affect me. I can’t have a good night’s sleep because the moment I wake up, you’re still not there. And I hate you for meaning so much to me. I can’t keep trying to run a country when my mind always runs to you. You may not have meant to throw a leash on me, but it’s there. I’m tethered to you. I lied, but that bitch was just a scourge on my life that I was trying to pry free from. I didn’t have a plan, you weren’t supposed to become what you became to me. And now...I fucked myself for even letting you in, and yet, I still wouldn’t change it.”

“What do you want me to say?” I ask, throwing a hand in the air. “That we can go back to what we were? You want me to honestly be okay with a woman that sits in your house, the First Lady, and become what that lookalike is to you now? I can’t—”

“No one is asking you to,” he deadpans, and he might as well have just punched me in the gut. His words bounce off its walls, ping-ponging around with sharp, knife-like stabs. “You take care of yourself, Sox, don’t take any shit from anyone. Not even the most powerful man in the world.”

He begins to turn to leave, and that’s when I betray my own damn self. It’s when I’m legendary for making rash decisions and reap the consequences later.

I’m on my feet, latching on to the back of his T-shirt and wrapping it around my fist to make him stop and turn around.

Wade pivots, roughly cupping my face and slamming his lips to mine. Our tongues meet immediately, battling and needy to taste the other. To remember this one last time before we say goodbye because this is it. There are no more hidden-away moments or the fact that we still love each other.

It’s time to move on.

My arms wrap around his neck, keeping him there for another second before I’m up in the air, his hands on my ass and my legs wrapping around his hips. He doesn’t move us to the bed, just keeps us in the middle of the room where the only things we can hold on to are each other.

I can feel his cock harden underneath me, brushing against my inner thigh, which releases a light moan in his mouth.

He is everything I want right now—right or wrong, Wade Lockwood is my weakness. He is the dark entity that seeped his way into my body, and it doesn’t function right without him.

Because right now, I feel more alive than I’ve felt in a year.

“Let me go,” Wade utters into my mouth before he counters his words with another deep kiss. “I can’t survive you a second time.”

“So I guess goodbye sex is out of the question?” A feral growl evades his body, and he’s striding the three or four steps towards my bed.

“Last chance, Shelton.” He tosses me on the bed without abandon, my body bouncing off the mattress as he peels off his shirt.

I answer by peeling off my shorts, his hand grips them and tugs, hurling them somewhere in the room. Digging my heels into the bed to pull myself forward, I hook my hand around the waistband of his jeans and work the button.

His large hand grips my face, a pileup of lips on lips as he shoos away my hand from his pants. “I’ll save your work for the good parts.” Biting on my bottom lip that he knows drives me fucking crazy, he wiggles out, and my hand—like it has a mind of its own—grips his hard cock through his boxers.

A primal groan gives way as he drives his tongue into my mouth, narrating how much he’s missed all of me.

Once my old friend is out, I break from Wade’s lips to wrap mine around the head, pumping and licking while Wade lets out another moan.

“Fuck.” I hum in agreement, as his fingers fasten through my long locks, giving me the freedom to torture him in ways I wish I could spend hours doing.

He tears me from sucking him off and upward to look at him.

“Second to last chance,” he pants. “Because when I’m on top of you, I’m not getting off. When I’m inside you, I’m not stopping. When you’re screaming, you better hope it’s because you like it because I’m going to fuck you so hard it’s going to erase everyone after me.”

“Shut the fuck up and do it, Lockwood.” His weight forces me back, using one hand to keep both of my wrists over my head as he covers his mouth over my lips again. With his free hand, he peels my panties down to my knees while I move my legs to free myself from the fabric.

He positions himself to enter me but not before he breaks our kiss to look into my eyes.

Neither of us speak, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room as he slowly enters me. My eyes begin to roll back, taking my head with it before his thumbs pry my chin to stay with him and focus.

“Only me,” he says. “Your eyes locked on mine, baby.” I arch into him, demanding more of his cock, and his eyes snap shut on a pained expression.

I lower myself down then gradually back up, riding him from below at my own torturous pace. “Is this what you wanted? Does she feel like this?”

His blues snap open, securing with mine. “Not even close.” I take another inch, relishing in the confident way he just said that. His palms catch my hips, guiding me deeper to further interpret what I mean to him.

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