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My mouth waters as I imagine settling my hands on his thighs. The hair on his legs coarse against my palms, his cock jutting out.

“I’d tell you to sit on his face, and I’d watch as he ate you.”

Her grin widens, her breaths picking up just a little. “What else?”

“I’d slide down his shorts to see how hard he was from your taste.”

She pushes me inside her, just an inch.

“He’d be rock hard,” she whispers. “Just like you are right now.”

My tongue tingles. “There’d be a bead of precum on the tip of his cock because he’s so turned on by you,” I tell her.

Moaning, she slides me in another inch.

“I’d stick out my tongue and taste it.”

“He’d whimper between my legs.” Digging her fingers into my ass, she pulls me into her with more force than I thought she was capable of, taking my entire length in one move.

A zap of electricity shoots up my spine. “I’d suck him to the back of my throat.”

“He’d thrust up into your mouth. He tastes so good, Cade, and he loves it rough.”

We’re fucking with abandon now. Rutting against one another as we dream about the man who’s already left. The man who’s too scared to let any of this happen.

The man we both want.

CHAPTER 25

Melina

Lake: Hi! It’s me. Your best friend. You ever leaving that sex dungeon?

Me: LOL. It’s not a sex dungeon. Cade just got here this a.m.

Lake: Are you telling me nothing’s happened with the chief?

Me: I’m not not telling you that.

Lake: Okay, I read that like six times, and this momma brain isn’t sure if you’re confirming or denying that something is going on with Declan.

Lake: Hello?

Lake: Melina?

With a giggle,I pocket my phone, ignoring my best friend. Making her suffer gives me a sick satisfaction, I guess. It’s midmorning, and if we don’t get out of this house, I’m prettysure we’ll just continue fucking. The idea is beyond tempting, but I’d like to save a little energy for Declan tonight.

If he actually comes home.

Cade pulls me against his chest, the small act of affection warming my body. He’s so good at this—showing me exactly how he feels; kisses, cuddles, catching me in front of his team and spinning me around like I’m all he sees.

“Where are we headed?” he asks as I lead him through town toward the bakery. It’s become my addiction since Declan took me last week.

It’s wild to think it’s only been two weeks since my life turned upside down. Three weeks since I met Declan and Cade. With Christmas around the corner and Jason in the hospital and under surveillance, apparently, I don’t really need to stay at Declan’s anymore.

I shove that thought down. Hopefully, I can enjoy this last weekend with the two of them, in this little haven of a town I’ve found, then figure out my next steps.

Going back to my apartment in New York feels too daunting. But maybe I could get a place in Boston. That way I’d only be an hour from Lake. And I’d still have Cade. If he still wants to hang out, that is.And I could come visit Declan…

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