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Okay, so I was being nosy. Sue me. But I had to know more about her. I was greedy for information, and I was not above snooping.

What other sides of her were there? What secrets did she hold that could add more layers to this burgeoning connection?

“—can’t believe you actually did that!”

Vixen laughed, the sound bright and melodic, making my pulse quicken.

“I mean, who does that in a public place?”

“Like you haven’t,” she quipped, and I grinned.

Good for you,I thought.

Their laughter echoed off the walls. Vixen’s laugh was the loudest though, and I appreciated it. Grinned right along with her.

I couldn’t help it. Her joy was infectious, and it wasn’t lost on me they were talking about last night and what she and I’d done in that private room.

Naughty girl, telling secrets.

But I didn’t mind. I imagined she needed to tell someone. After all, it was new to her. To me too, if not in the same way.

Pride surged inside me, and I couldn’t help but really smile right then.

Knowing I was the only man who’d ever been inside her hot little body made me want to beat my chest and roar it to the whole world.

“Is he coming by today?”one of the women asked.

“Oh, um, no. No! I mean, of course not. He didn’t say anything after we, you know, and we aren’t liketogether. It was a one-time thing,” she explained, and that was when I frowned.

Was that really what she thought?

I listened a few minutes more, then I grabbed the mask from my pocket.

Listening to her talk and laugh had been like looking through a window at what life could potentially hold for me.

But I didn’t want to be on the outside anymore. Not with her.

I wanted to be the reason for her joy. I wanted to drag her with me into this whirlwind of need and desire I was currently stuck in.

Was it going to get lighter? I doubted it. This yearning I felt to be with her was extraordinary. I’d call it something more, but it was too soon.

Still, I wanted to take her with me, some place we could explore our desires together.

I dragged the mask over my features and leaned in closer, ready to make my presence known.

The magnetic pull of her energy enveloped me. Camryn was so vibrant and alive, and the more I listened, the more I realized that this was just the beginning.

I was ready to dive deeper, to discover just how far we could push the boundaries of this connection.

This was just the start.

I was determined to explore every tantalizing aspect of the woman standing on the other side of the door.

Starting now.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN-CAMRYN

After convincing my cousin I did not need an intervention, I finally took a shower and had clothes I’d borrowed from Tommy washed, dried, folded and inside a shopping bag I intended to leave by his front door the next day.

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