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“I’m not going anywhere, if that’s what you’re afraid of,” he said out of the blue. “I know this is all new to you, but nothing you say or do is going to make me run away.”

“I know that.”

Facing me, he asked, “You sure about that, Devlyn, because the second you got here, you’ve had one foot out the door.”

“I’ve only been here for six hours.”

“Long enough to make up your mind,Chèr,” he stated firmly.

Narrowing my eyes, I snipped, “You left me on the side of the road in Alabama.”

“You were being a bitch.”

“And you were being a jackass!”

Sighing, the man leaned forward and shook his head. “Devlyn, you have to meet me halfway here. I can’t do this all by myself. I want you in my life. I want my baby born here. But, woman, you are the biggest pain in the ass in the bayou. You’ve got to cut me some slack here. I’m trying.”

Sighing, I leaned back on the bench and muttered, “I know. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Every little thing seems to set me off. I really want to try to make this work, Wade. I really do.”

“But?”

“But we’re so different. We do things differently. We think differently. Jesus, Wade, the only thing we agree on is sex, and we only did that one time!”

The smug bastard smirked. “Yeah, that was a fun night. Maybe you’re on to something there.”

“On to what?” I asked, totally confused.

Wade’s grin widened, a mischievous glint lighting his eyes. “On to the fact that maybe we need to agree on more things in a more titillating manner.”

I tilted my head, my brows furrowing as I tried to decipher his meaning. “Huh? You think we need to argue less or something?”

“Not exactly,” he replied, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “I’m saying that maybe when we can’t see eye to eye, we need to find middle ground. And if we can only seem to agree in certain... let’s say intense moments, then maybe we need to use that as a starting point.”

I blinked, the implication slowly sinking in. “Are you suggesting that we solve all of our problems in bed?”

He chuckled, the sound rich and warm, though it carried a hint of audacity. “Why not? It’s the one place we don’t overthink,Chèr. You can’t deny it worked once.”

I groaned, dragging my hand down my face. “Wade, that is not a solution. That’s just... avoidance wrapped up in a nice, bedazzled package.”

“Glad you remembered my adornments,Bébé.” He shrugged, but his teasing grin remained. “All I’m saying is, maybe our differences don’ have to push us apart. Maybe they’re what make us work.”

I sighed deeply, my heart tugging between lingering frustration and the genuine desire to make things work. “You sure are something else, Wade.”

“Glad you noticed,” he quipped, leaning back as if he’d won a small victory. I shook my head, wondering how this man could simultaneously be my greatest irritation and my deepest comfort.

“YES!” I screamed as Wade pumped his dick into me, causing me to bang my head against the wall. I didn’t care if this Cajun fucker knocked me unconscious as long as he didn’t stop fucking me.

I could feel the sweat trickling down my back as Wade’s thrusts became more urgent. The rough wall scraped my skin, but the pain only added to the intense pleasure radiating through my body. I wanted him to take me harder, claim me as his own. I clawed at his broad shoulders, leaving my mark, as he pounded into me with primal need. His breath was hot on my neck, his grip on my hips possessive. I could feel his muscles flex with each powerful thrust, sending waves of pleasure through me.

“You like that,Chèr?” he growled, his Cajun accent sending a shiver down my spine. “You like it when I fuck you rough?”

I could only moan in response, my body on the edge of oblivion. Wade’s pace quickened and his grunts filled the room. The force of his thrust pushed me further against the wall, but I wanted more.

I needed him to take me to the edge and beyond.

With a final, powerful shove, Wade buried himself deep inside me, his release triggering my own. My body convulsed around him, and my cries echoed through the room. Lost in my post orgasmic oblivion, I felt as if I floated on air before soft cotton sheets hit my back.

Moaning in pure bliss, I heard Wade chuckle as he pulled me close.

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