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That when Harrison King left me, it took an entire persona to hide my anguish.

He swivels his hips, making me whimper. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Damn, I’m not going to last. I’m too fucking sensitive from missing him, and everything about tonight has me wound tighter than a drum. I’m about to go off.

“Come for me,” he murmurs.

The next time he pulls back, my back slips down the wall an inch. I dig my nails into his neck. Instinct.

“Not letting you go.”

He means he won’t drop me. But as the feel of his body, his closeness, his Harrison-ness, drags me over the edge after all this time, and as my orgasm triggers his, making him clench and spurt inside me…

It would be easy to imagine he means something else.

When he carries me to his bed, tucking me in next to him and locking an unyielding arm around me, I could dig an elbow into his gut and run for the door.

I don’t.

Tomorrow, things will go back to the way they were, but I let myself have tonight.

8

HARRISON

I’ve had a lot of filthy fucking dreams.

This one is the best.

Raegan, the woman who’s graced every one of my fantasies since the day she ripped me a new one at a friend’s wedding, is on her knees. She licks a line up my cock, and my arse clenches as I tug on her hair.

I want her to get serious.

I want her to tease me for goddamned ever.

It’s understandable I’d be hard as a bloody teenager the night after I broke down her door, decided to do whatever it took to bring her back to me, only to have her surprise me in my own bathroom. Practically naked. Startlingly beautiful.

The next time we had sex again—I never let myself believe there wouldn’t be another time, though during a couple of dark nights, that thought tried to drag me down—I vowed I would be in control. Show her exactly what she’s been missing.

But there was no finesse when I took her against the wall. Only raw need, frustration twined around a shriveled black heart that’s only ever beat for her.

Now, I’m thinking of all the things we didn’t get a chance to do last night.

When I blink my eyes open, the dream gets better.

“Thank fuck,” I groan as Raegan comes into focus, her dark hair in sexy tangles around her flushed face. “I was afraid I’d open my eyes and find it was the dog.”

“If Barney gives head this good, I’m going to be concerned.” Her eyes flash as she rocks back on her heels. The sheet is wrapped around her decadent body, and I want to rip it away.

“Never. You’re far better.” I shift up on my elbows. “But something isn’t right.”

“Because I’m naked in your bed?”

“Because it’s”—I check the bedside clock—”eight thirty and you’re awake.”

“I get up early now, asshole.”

Those six words hurt.

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