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“If when I woke up, you had never left.” Her voice cracks and I nearly choke up from the pain I hear in the undertone.

I kiss her, our lips fighting perfectly together as she opens up for me to swipe my tongue inside. “For you I’ll do it, B. I’ll make-believe things could have been different. That they hadn’t ended the way they did. But I’ll ask you the same thing again.”

“What?” she asks, hopelessly awaiting the inevitable. She knows it’s coming, and she’s pretending like she doesn’t care. But I need to make things clear for my sake. If I don’t, I fear I won’t survive this.

“Don’t you dare fall in love, Bailey King.”

She’s stunned silent for a moment but quickly recovers, letting out a soft, fake laugh.

“Stop with the sweet talk, Nash. It’s not what I want. I need your cock inside me, fucking me until I’m screaming your name. I don’t need you to tell me how good I taste. I need you to show me how much you want to fuck me.”

I notch my head to her entrance, loving how fucking wet she is, and coating my cock in her arousal before pushing into her in one deep thrust. “Oh fuck,” she cries out, when I fill her, hating myself for being so rough with her, but also not being able to hold back from how incredible she feels. I bury myself deep inside her, bottoming out before pulling out, only to thrust back into her relentlessly.

My lips crash down on hers and I swallow her cries of pleasure, rolling my hips to hit every spot of pleasure I can. She’s so wet, so eager to come again for me and I count my fucking blessings that this woman who was made for me wants me as badly as I want her.

She whimpers into my mouth, my hands moving down to her hips to keep her still so I can hit the spot she’s begging me to hit. “I’ve waited ten years for this exact moment, Angel,” I say between hot and heavy kisses. I hear the sharp intake of breath from the shock of my words, but it’s nothing but the truth. “I dreamt of you, of once again being inside of you for so long. I could have never imagined it would feel this good.”

“I hate you.”

I choke out a laugh as I thrust relentlessly into her, bringing her once again to the edge of another mind blowing orgasm. “Better that than loving me.”

“Nash, fuck I’m coming.” I swallow her cries of pleasure as her orgasm rips through her. She’s writhing beneath me, pulsing around my cock in the most perfect way.

“Fuck Bailey, you feel so incredible. I need to come inside you,” I tell her, panic flooding her as she realizes we forgot a condom. I don’t know what the hell came over me. I neverforget to wrap up, but I was so desperate to be inside her, to feel every inch of her against my skin, I didn’t care about the consequences.

“I’m on the pill.”

“I’m clean,” I assure her, relief immediately washing over her expression.

“Please Nash, I want you to come inside me.”

I’ve never heard such beautiful words, never felt the extent of what they did to me. Coming inside of Bailey is going to ruin me, but I can’t get myself to stop. I need to come inside her more than I need to breathe, to exist. In three deep thrusts, my balls tighten, hot, thick cum shooting out of me and filling her to the brim. My orgasm shakes through me as my cock pushes to the hilt inside her, her pulsing muscles milking every drop from me.

Once I’m spent, I collapse on her, my dick still warm and way too fucking comfortable and familiar inside her. Bailey King is not meant to be mine, yet I’m claiming her, and there’s no way I’m ever letting her go.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Bailey

Butter, sugar, bourbon infused maple syrup, eggs, cream, vanilla, and pecan extract. Flour, baking powder, baking soda, a dash of cinnamon, and a sprinkle of salt.

I make a mental note of all the wet and dry ingredients I’ve beat together, wondering where the hell I went wrong. Instead of the decadent and sweet aroma of maple and candied pecans swirling in the air, all I smell is the rancid scent of burnt ash. It’s been months since I’ve messed up a cupcake recipe. After years of practice, I could pop these babies out in my sleep.

However, today they’ve fallen flat. Worse than that, the cake itself isn’t pillowy and moist. They’re completely dry and burnt to a crisp.

The fire alarm blares loudly in the room as I pull over the stepladder and climb it, pushing the button to silence it.

“Everything okay in here?” Billie calls out, standing under the door leading into the kitchen I’m in. She waves her hand in front of her face, clearing the smoke lingering in the air. “I heard a loud screech, thought maybe there was a cat in heat trying to escape the prowls of a male. Then the fire alarm went off.”

I don’t even laugh at her attempt at a joke which visibly worries her. Billie eyes the flat, charred cupcakes sitting in the tray on the counter, the ones I’m currently staring at in bewilderment. Trying to recall where I went wrong, I replay everything I did since arriving at five in the morning today, after sneaking out of bed.

That’s when it hits me. The reason I snuck out of bed before the sun rose in the sky, all to avoid dealing with the elephant in the room. Or, in my case, the naked man in my room. I had sex with Nash Bishop. Not only was he in my bed this morning, he spent all night in it, making my toes curl into the mattress in the most electrifying and delicious way as he gave me multiple orgasms. Not only were they the most intense orgasms I’ve ever experienced, but there is also no way I’ll ever experience anything close to it with anyone else.

My cheeks heat as I recall every sensation I felt, each word he whispered into my ear, and the wild thoughts that ran through my mind in the moments after. Sex has never felt the way it does with Nash. The only times I’ve ever climaxed, other than with him, are from my own fingers and toys. No man has come close to pleasure me the way Nash has or spoken to me the way he does. Nash makes me not only feel beautiful, but sexy and desired.

The way he looked at me like he wanted to devour me and please me left me feeling exhilarated and empowered. Though it also has made me question everything about this uncontrollable need brewing between us. It burned brighter than any flame, stronger than any wildfire, and hotter than the sun itself.

Could I really forgive and forget our tangled past? Am I willing to see this, whatever there is between us, through for as long as he remains in Crossroads? What will become of me when Nash ultimately leaves again?

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