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Looks like he was finally using those condoms he teased me about. I should’ve gone over and hidden them before girls’ night.

“Oh, that?” he said innocently. “That was just a precursor.”

“A precursor to what exactly?” I asked as I pulled into my driveway and got out of the car, sandwiching my phone between my shoulder and ear.

“To me wooing you.”

“Into being enemies with benefits,” I clarified.

“Exactly.”

I stood under the porch light and unlocked my door. “And what if I don’t want to be wooed, Lawson?”

“Well, tough titties, sweet cheeks. Prepare to swoon.”

I slammed the door shut behind me and kicked off my shoes. “Goodnight, Lawson.”

“Night, Princess. If you can’t sleep, I’m just a video chat away. Might be a nice little treat to get to see you touch yourself, sprawled out in that big bed of yours.”

I snorted. “You’re delusional.”

His voice softened. It was the same tone he used upstairs in the hallway when he said goodbye. “Sleep well, Hannah Jane.”

12

ISAAC

Iflopped down on my bed and stared at the ceiling.

God damn.Hannah Jane had that raspy thing going on in her voice that told me she’d been screaming at the top of her lungs while she was out having a good time with her girls.

I would have given my left nut to see her let loose like that. The only time I saw her let go of all that control was when I pinned her down and took charge of her pleasure.

Offering to take care of her carnal needs wasn’t a selfless deal. I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head since slamming her up against the wall at the Taylor Creek Inn and sampling every inch of her.

I was Hannah drunk and, no matter what I tried, I couldn’t sober up.

This kind of addiction had never plagued me before.

I was a one-and-done kind of guy. I never needed to go back for seconds because, frankly, I didn’t want to.

When Hannah Jane stormed into Luca's house and ripped me a new one for breaking and entering, I couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man on the planet.

And then she took me to her house, and I was a goner. She was walking around in the same tight skirt and fuck-me heels she wore all day at the wedding, and it made my blood boil.

What did she wear for girls’ night?Was she just as uptight for a night out, or did she let loose?

I wondered what she’d look like in something skimpy. Those long legs of hers. That perfect heart-shaped ass.

Where did she go for girls’ night? Did they even have clubs in Beaufort? I choked down the idea of Hannah partying in some sleazy, run-down club with minimal security.

I didn’t like the protective instincts it brought out in me. If she went to the kind of clubs I frequented, she’d have every man—single and taken—swarming her like vultures.

The sun peeked over the Manhattan skyline.

I should’ve slept on the flight, but I was too busy looking at reports for the board meeting today. Twelve more hours, and then I was home free for a few days. Though, I was sure Spenser had some event or social commitment lined up for me.

Being successful meant that I had to keep being me. Keep being seen. Keep being Isaac Lawson.

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