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“Call me Addie.”

“No dice, Addie. Find your own way home.” I got in my truck and left her there, hands upon her hips.

I hadn’t seen the last of her. I knew that. But I was tired of hergames.

I hadn’t given her any reason to think she had a chance, though I was close to losing control around her. She was beautiful, and she was offering.

My age, which I’d used the first night to keep myself in check, wasn’t working anymore. I was still damned young with a damned strong libido.

So this had to stop now. Unless…

Could she possibly give me what I wanted?

I wasn’t looking for love, but I wouldn’t mind a roll in the hay. Several rolls, even, as long as they were on my terms.

The next day, she wasn’t waiting for me after work.

Good enough. No roll in the hay, and that was okay, too. She’d finally gotten the message.

I drove home, and—

“Fuck,” I said under my breath.

Addison Ames, this time dressed in a trench coat—yeah, a trench coat in this heat—was waiting outside the door to my apartment.

My jeans were covered in sawdust, and what seemed like five layers of grime covered my body and lay beneath my fingernails.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded.

“What do you think?”

“I’m exhausted.” I unlocked my door. “I don’t have time for these games. Go slumming somewhere else.”

She pushed out her lower lip, and I couldn’t help myself.

I thought about biting it.

Hard.

“You sure that’s what you want?” she teased.

No, I wasn’t sure at all. In fact, despite my fatigue, I was getting hard.

Fuck. Just what I didn’t need. “That’s what I want,” I saidgruffly.

She opened her trench coat. “Still sure?”

Chapter Forty-Two

“Seriously? She flashed you in the parking lot?”

“She did.” I nod.

“And since you’re a guy…”

“I was younger then,” I say, as if that’s a good excuse. “Hey, you wanted to know all this.”

She sighs. “You’re right. Go on.”

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