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“No way,” I said, getting up to clear the table, “I just can’t wait to get into bed with Liam.”

CHAPTER 14

Grayson

Clementine had just deposited a huge pile of dishes in the sink when I came up behind her.

My whole body craved taking her in my arms, kissing her throat, assuring her over and over that I would never leave her again.

But I couldn’t do that yet without her trying to scratch my eyes out, so instead I was tortured by her scent, the way she had her hair tied up in a loose bun so the long silky strands stuck to her neck with the heat.

“You can’t possibly be serious about this guy,” I growled at her. “He can’t give you what you need.”

“Oh, he absolutely can,” she retorted, flipping around so she was facing me.

Now she was only a few tantalizing inches away from me, and I tightened my hands on the counter so I wouldn’t lose control again.

Clementine was wearing a little flowered sundress, the thin material falling against her shapely legs and making me crave running my hands up to her thighs.

“He can’t give you a baby. I can.”

It seemed like I had accidentally hit a very sore spot because her face hardened even further, and she turned to go into her room.

“There’s one good thing about him. He’s not you, Grayson. He’s not fucking pretending to like me for some stupid career advancement.”

“I don’t—I’m so sorry, Clementine!” I said, my voice rising as she walked away from me.

But she didn’t look back.

I turned with a heavy heart to do the dishes. I had hoped she would have relented a little bit by now. But she was still determined to drive me away.

And I wasn’t going anywhere.

Surely she’s not going to actually. . .

The murmurs in Clementine’s room were growing, and my heart began to pound as I heard a low, throaty moan.

I’d recognize that tone anywhere.

My hands tightened and I had to sit up and press my clenched fists into my eyes to stop them from shaking.

She should be making those noises under me. I wanted to feel those noises against my mouth, my chest, on my dick.

My chest heaving, I burned with impotent fury.

The window in the living room was open, and I realized the window in her room must be open, too.

She was deliberately trying to drive me away, hoping I would leave.

Well, it wasn’t going to work.

This was absolute fucking torture, but I wasn’t going to leave until she gave me another chance.

Clementine was it for me.

She was the only woman I wanted. I only wished I’d realized this before.

My body was tighter and more tense than it had ever been before, shudders racking my body, and I ground my teeth together as her moans picked up.

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