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Glancing over at Dotty, I realized she was also singing along. Our eyes locked, and we continued to sing the lyrics as she started a playful dance to match the beat. I couldn’t help my smile as I stood and walked over to her. Extending my hand in a question, she gave me a look but never stopped singing the lyrics. She peered up at me through her lashes.

“Go,” Dorian said. “I’m going to go say hi to some guys at the bar. Go have fun, if you even know how.”

She playfully shoved him, rolling her eyes before taking my hand as the song hit its chorus. Leading her to the dance floor, her hand never left mine. Once I turned around, I had to stifle a laugh because she was still belting out the lyrics, pointing at me and dancing.

We lost ourselves in the music and each other, the crowd around us fading into the background. Her resolve slowly melted away. Taking her in, I admired her blond hair that was falling out of her ponytail and framing her face. The freckles across her cheeks had dimmed with the autumn weather, but they were still there.

Our connection deepened with every sway and spin on the dance floor. Despite her initial reservation tonight, I felt her walls begin to crumble, her defenses melting away with each shared smile and synchronized movement. It was in these moments, amid the music’s pulse and the warmth of her hand in mine, that I couldn’t deny how strong the need for her truly was.

Her presence was magnetic, pulling me closer with an irresistible force I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t do anything but think of how it felt to have her lips on mine. It wasn’t simply attraction—it was a craving, a hunger to unravel the complexities she tried so hard to hide, to understand the woman whose presence suddenly awoke something in me after ten years apart.

As the band played on and we moved together in harmony, I knew that right here in Woodstone with Dotty was right where I belonged. The pull toward her only grew stronger the more time I spent with her, anchoring me to the present moment with an intensity I hadn’t anticipated.

The song ended, and the band launched into anotherpopular cover. Dotty laughed, and I couldn’t bring myself to look away from her. I was done giving her space.

“Let’s go sit back down. I need another drink.” She turned and started to walk to the bar.

Grabbing her wrist, I spun her around. “Not yet.”

I gently, yet forcibly, led her to the empty office space I knew was here. I was suddenly thankful to be in a small town where I happened to play high school football with the now owner of the bar.

Entering the dim room, Dotty chuckled. “What the hell is it with you and cryptic doors that lead to small spaces? What’s wrong?” Her brows furrowed, and I rubbed my forehead, trying to gather the words.

“I…” My words trailed off.

“Wait… You are jealous, aren’t you? That Austin asked me out?”

As soon as the words left her lips, I inched closer, my breath mingling with hers as she looked up at me. I couldn’t do anything other than think about how much I wanted her asmine. I didn’t want anyone like Henry or Austin to even think they stood a chance.

“Yes,” I admitted. “Dotty, please let me kiss you.” My tone did nothing to hide the desperation in my voice.

“Yes,” she whispered, and I fucking snapped.

The taste of her was like coming home.

The force of the kiss nearly knocked the breath out of my lungs. She pushed me back into the door, grabbing my shirt as if it was the last tether to Earth. She moaned as our tongues met, and I was convinced that if I ever made it to heaven, that would be the sound that would greet me upon entering those pearly white gates.

I turned her around, pressing her back to the door. She deepened the kiss—her hands roaming all over me. Liftingher up, she wrapped her legs around me. She rocked her hips into my cock, which was getting harder by the second.

“Fuck. Dotty.”

“Shut up, and kiss me, cowboy,” she said between kisses.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, my mouth leaving her lips to trail down her neck. I found her pulse in the soft spot under her ear. She whimpered, and my heart hammered in my chest so hard it felt like I had just ran a marathon.

Dotty James was rocking herself on my dick, and I almost exploded in my pants right there like a fucking teenager. She pulled away, and while I missed the contact, I was grateful for the brief pause to breathe. A million thoughts plagued my mind, and I hoped she wasn’t about to stop this.

“I need you,” she breathed, her voice was full of lust.

That was all I needed. I was a fucking goner.

“Please tell me I can touch you.” My voice was low and hoarse.

She rested her forehead on mine and whispered, “Yes… Please.”

The corners of my mouth lifted. “I like it when you beg.”

Turning her around, I sat her on the small desk and stood between her legs. The only light was streaming in from the bar around the doorframe, but I could still see the pink blush on her cheeks.

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