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“Yep.”

“How long have they been divorced?”

“A little over a year. Only I guess she goes by Lyn now and he says she’s changed.”

“Ha! Bullshit! Call me a judgmental asshole, but I don’t think you go from sucking your husband’s best friend’s dick and cheating on him with several men to suddenly being a changed woman.”

“I don’t think so either,” he remarked. “Especially with the shit she pulled. I just wish I could talk some sense into him.”

“Has he been a good friend to you?”

Dom nodded. “Yeah. We may get on each other’s nerves sometimes, but he and Wes are good dudes. Just dumb as hell when it comes to women.”

I linked my fingers through Dom’s. “You’re a good friend, but you can’t fight this battle for him. If he goes through with the wedding and marries her again, that’s his mistake to make.”

He gently squeezed my hand. “You’re right, I have to take a step back. I just don’t want to lose my friend over a woman that ain’t worth the butt injections he paid for when she begged for a bigger ass.”

I blinked. “Uh, I’m gonna circle back to that another time, but regarding your friendship with Johan, if you don’t want her to cause friction between you, don’t let her. Support him in this, and when …or I guessifshe cheats on him again, be the friend he needs.”

He sighed. “You’re right. That’s what I gotta do.” He glanced down at me, his eyes a mixture of awe and contentment.

All my life, I’d dated the assholes or the kind of men that felt like they had to curse you out to keep you interested or in check.

It’s not that I’d been treated wrong by every ex I dated, however I’d never met anyone like Dom before. A man who wasn’t just sexy in looks, but sexy in the way his mind worked. There was nothing wrong with a bad boy, yet Dominic Prescott was a grown ass man.

He wasn’t selfish or egotistical, but rather, he was the type of man who put his woman’s needs before his own. He didn’t bullshit. There was no time for it. What he said was what he meant, no guessing game included. I hadn’t even known I needed a man like that until I met him.And you’re falling in love with him.I wasn’t even one of those women who fell fast, but being around Dom, it was impossible not to.

When he dipped his head down to kiss me, I was already lifting my head for the lips I’d already become addicted to.

Chapter 7

SAMARA

The warm, March sunlight woke me up before my alarm did, and the first person I laid eyes on caused me to smile through my morning yawn.

“Did you sleep well?” I asked Dom. Instead of responding, he slid me across the bed, kissing me as if he didn’t give a shit that I had morning breath.

Ever since Tomás proposed to Gabriella, my cousin had been staying with her fiancé, so we had her place all to ourselves. After Dominic and I got back from the rainforest, Gabriella and Tomás took us out for dinner at one of the best restaurants in Havana. We laughed and danced so much, my feet felt like Jell-O when they bid their good-byes and dropped us back off at Gabriella’s place.

I hadn’t even complained about them hurting to Dominic, but he took off my heels and rubbed them until I fell asleep. A part of me had been disappointed since I wanted to make the most of our last night and sleeping the hours away wasnotthe plan.

“Eeek!” I squealed when Dom lifted me off the bed, our lips still connected. Every morning since the nightclub had been like this for us, and I didn’t want to go back to my regular life if it meant not seeing Dom all the time.

When we reached the bathroom, he placed me on the floor and started the shower while I got out fresh towels and laid them on the counter.

“Don’t forget Rosie,” Dom reminded, pointing at my hair. “You know how badly I wanna fuck you every time you wear her.”

“You do realize that it’s Gabriella’s shower cap and I will not be taking Rosie home, right?”

Dom frowned, causing me to laugh so hard, I may have snorted a little. I shook my head at how ridiculous he sounded, but secretly loved that he really did seem to enjoy fucking me when I wore it.

Girl, please … he enjoys fucking you regardless, cap or no cap!That was another thing I found so damn attractive about Dom. His attraction to me didn’t seem to come with contingencies, and Lord knows he’d seen me at some not-so-cute moments that I would rather not think about.

We undressedslowly, letting one another enjoy the show. My eyes couldn’t stay off of him as he discarded his basketball shorts, letting his dick spring free. I licked my lips, not giving a damn if I looked greedy because Dom’s dick was glorious in all the ways that made my pussy whimper.

A couple nights ago, I even dreamt about his dick, and it was so vivid, I hoped I hadn’t been talking in my sleep about it.

“What was that?” he asked.

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