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Too close.

Can’t get…

Nate leaned over me, pulled the nightstand drawer open, and tore open a condom foil with his teeth. "This time, I want to hear you scream."

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Ava

Rinnnnnngg.

What the hell is that?

Riinnnnnng.

My hand slapped the alarm on the side table, my cheek pressed into my mattress, an arm draped around my naked waist.

Rinnnnggg.

"Are you going to get that?" Nate asked, his groggy voice sending warm chills throughout my body.

"It's not mine."

I smacked my lips after licking them, my arm sagging over the side of the bed.

"Yes, it is."

Rinnnggg.

I let loose a quick breath through my nose and blindly searched my nightstand, my fingers brushing over the smooth rectangle that controlled most of my life. "Hello?"

"Is this Ava Thatcher?" a woman's voice responded.

I pulled myself up and flung my legs over the bed with Nate's arm wrapped around my waist. My clock read seven-forty a.m. in bright red blocks. "Yes. Who is this?"

"I'm Margaret Hinds, Mayor Mark Haynes' secretary. I know it's early, but is this a good time to talk?"

My eyes widened as I pinned the phone to my ear with my shoulder, reaching out to snatch up my notepad and pen.

How many emails had I sent them?

Was this a warning?

Mark Haynes wasn't a terrible Mayor. Sure, like every politician, he made promises that he had yet to put into action, but he enacted some good local programs and seemed like a good family man with decent values.

"Yes, absolutely." I stood and paced, my bare feet padding against the floors.

"Mr. Haynes would like to meet with you today if your schedule permits it. Please remember, he's a busy man."

I rolled my eyes, then glanced at Nate.

He lay on his stomach, his muscular arms propped under his cheek as he stared at me with liquid desire, a vibrant military tribute tattoo spread across his shoulder and back. Fire hit my core, and my heart rate fluttered into overdrive.

"Mrs. Thatcher?"

"Huh? Sorry." I tore my gaze from him, dropped my notepad on the nightstand, and then readied my pen. "Yes, that works for me. I can do that. What time?"

I chewed into my inner lip as Nate swung his legs over the side of the bed, stood in a swift motion, and placed his hands on my hips. His lips trailed over my shoulder, his hard cock pressing against my ass.

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