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“Duncan. I know that. Are you sure you’re okay?” I lick my lips. “Did something happen with you and Parker?”

“No,” he scoffs. “Parker and I are fine. I have things handled here. Enjoy your vacation, Amelia.”

With a click of the line, the man married to my best friend hangs up on me.

I’m rooted to where I stand, staring down at the phone.What the actual fuck just happened?That was not the direction I had thought our conversation was going to go. Does Duncan get annoyed? Sure. But he’s typically calm, not one to push against me. Weird. I start to dial Parker’s number.

“You should pack that, pretty girl.”

A voice beside me breaks through the fog, causing me to turn my head, finding Rhodes standing in the doorframe, one hand above his head, gripping the molding.

“Oh, I should, should I?”

His hair is loose—wild and untamed—and the way he’s standing has a slip of skin showing on his abdomen, teasing me with that happy trail leading down to dark denim slung low on his hips. A glint shimmers in those blue eyes. I think he needs to get out of this city as much as I do. Rhodes pushes off the doorframe, stalking my way.

“It could come in handy. I plan on keeping you very, very satisfied. You never know how playful we’ll be.” Rhodes places a quick kiss on my lips as he slides the toy from my hand, tossing it into my bag. “Now, are you packed?”

“Almost. I’m just waiting on a few things, and then we can go.” I climb on our bed, sitting cross legged, peering up at Rhodes. “What’s it like there?”

Rhodes sits on our floor, taking my hand in his, and runs his thumb over my knuckles. “The house sits off the main road by several miles. My parents fixed it up from a run-down shack. It’s honestly perfect. There’s three beds, a decent kitchen. That bay window Lennon will spend all his time in.” He stares at the bedspread, clearly lost in the thought.

“The lakeshore butts right up to the house, so we’ll have the ability to run out and skinny dip,” he says with a smirk. “I cannot wait to watch your body dance toward the water, Amelia. I don’t know why you packed a swimsuit.” His eyes flick up to meet mine. “I’m just going to strip it off your body.”

I chuckle at Rhodes, fully aware of the seriousness of his words. “I’m excited. It’s like seeing another piece of you, one I feel like no one else gets,” I say as I squeeze his hand. “It sounds like heaven.”

“It will be now that you’ll be there.”

CHAPTER 61

Rhodes---Goddess of the Lake

If there was one sight I could look at for the rest of my life, it would be her.

Not The Fox, the mask she presents to the world in efforts to maintain her footing in a life she didn’t choose. No, it would be mykochanie, the woman who stole my heart. I lean on my side, tracing her spine as she shifts in the sheets, her hair spread against the pillow. She’s finally asleep, and it’s as if the stress of the last few weeks has eased. Granted, a few orgasms helped too, but being able to get away for the weekend is doing something for her. My hand slips beneath the edge of that linen sheet, finding her bare under it. My fingertips ghost her skin as I trace the Medusa tattooed on her lush hip, its lines etched as both reminder and warning. I curve my hand, wrapping toward her inner thigh, opening her to me.

“Hi there.” She purrs, sleep still heavy in her voice.

“Can I wake you up, baby?” A smirk crawls across her face as I caress her pussy, relishing the soft, swollen flesh.

She rubs her face against the pillow, her hips seeking my hand as she spreads her legs and rolls on her back. “I don’t think I have much of a choice, do I?” I cup her sex, one finger dipping inside. Her tongue darts out from behind those plush lips, running along the bottom one. She moans, hands grazing up her body. Her fingers reach her breasts, plucking her already erect nipples and rolling them between her fingers.

I could die happily right here in this moment with her.

“Rhodes,” she gasps on a moan. I surge forward, trapping her lips in mine, and plunging my tongue into her mouth. I coax her to follow my lead and her hands weave themselves into my hair, threading into the base of the remnants of my bun I’d thrown my hair into before falling asleep.

“What do you need, baby?”

“You. I need you.”

“You have me,” I smirk. I know it isn’t the answer she wants, but I also want Amelia to use those words that fall from her mouth so prettily. “Tell me what you want.”

Amelia’s hips buck as I thrust another finger into her, the thought of being gentle leaving my mind. I want her to be on the brink of madness, sinking into that place in her head where nothing but us matters.

“Rhodes,” Amelia says my name on the breathiest of whispers. “I need more. I need you to fuck me. Please, Ro.”

I slide off the bed as Amelia starts to sit up. I grab one of the pillows from where we’d tossed them yesterday and shove it under her. Placing my hands on her knees, I butterfly her to the bed, pinning her there with a look.Be good.Amelia strains in this position, stretching her pelvis as wide as she can. I can see her fully this way—spread andmine.Her cunt is glistening, slick and ready for me.

“Should I tease you, Amelia? Trace you with my tongue? Leave you horny for me?” She shakes her head, whimpering.

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