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“As a matter of fact, I was.” He sends me a smirk that makes my insatiable pussy flutter. I have a serious problem. Maybe I’m a sex addict?

More like an August addict.

Elise can’t speak. I don’t think she expected him to answer truthfully.

“We’re leaving.” He swivels his gaze onto me. “Come on, Sin. Let’s go back to my place.”

Sending Elise a helpless look, I grab my phone and August takes my hand, dragging me out of my room. Well, that’s not entirely true.

I leave willingly because of course I do.

Chapter Forty-Six

SINCLAIR

It’s November and we’re about three weeks into our nonstop sex fest when August drops a bomb.

“I want you to come home with me.” His tone is casual, as is his body language, but I see the flicker of something unfamiliar in his gaze just before he jerks it away from me.

It looked like nerves. As in he’s nervous.

Well, that’s just great. I’m now anxious too.

We’re in bed in his room at the frat house. I sort of hate coming here, but it’s guaranteed privacy since he has his own room and we can’t hook up all over campus all the time, though we have. In one of the study rooms at the library. In an unused classroom in the science building. August is rather creative and when he wants me, he wants me. He won’t take no for an answer, not that I tell him no much.

Have I uttered the words no to him lately? I don’t believe so. He tells me where to meet him and I do it. Tells me to take off my clothes and they’re flying off my body. Demands I get on birth control so he won’t get me pregnant and I willingly go to the on-campus clinic. The last thing I want is a baby. Right now,all I want to do is practice making them. With August. All the time.

“Did you hear what I said?” His deep voice bleeds through my sex-filled thoughts and I blink at him, confused at first.

Then I remember what he said.

I want you to come home with me.

Oh shit. This sounds serious.

“Come home?” I sound like an idiot, repeating his words, but I need more clarity. “As in to your apartment in New York?”

That’s what I’m hoping he’s referring to.

He slowly shakes his head. “I want you to spend time with my parents. Meet my father.”

I swallow hard, unable to find words. This is—momentous. Important. I know enough now about the Lancaster family to know they believe in instant true love, just like August explained to me. If he wants to take me to meet his parents? I think this means he’s…what?

Falling in love with me?

Noooo.

The tiny voice inside my brain screeches,hell yes, bitch! Open your eyes!

That tiny voice can go to hell.

“Um…when?” My voice is shaky and I hate myself for being so obvious.

“This weekend.”

I sit up in bed so I can look into his eyes. It may be dark but I can still see him. “August. It’s Thursday.”

“So?”

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