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As soon as they’re safely across, I accelerate the fuck out of there. My anger spikes as I drive around the town in a circle to end up where I started—in front of Everleigh’s donut shop. The lights are turned off, and a sign on the door reads Closed. I turn off the engine and wait.
But the jealousy consuming me doesn’t resolve.
The longer I sit here, the more consumed I become.
I need to calm the fuck down.
Minutes pass as I stare out the window and watch some families play in the park near the town gazebo. A little boy is kicking a ball around, laughing as his father softly tackles him. I can’t recall a time my own father ever played with me. It was always business in our household.
I pull my gaze away from the park and back to the front of the café. It’s empty, so I assume Everleigh is in the back. Finally, I exit the car.
The door to the café is not locked, surprisingly, so I turn the knob and enter at the same time as it chimes.
“Sorry, we’re closed,” Everleigh yells from the back.
I take steps toward the counter until Everleigh appears.
The moment she lays eyes on me, her lips press together in a slight grimace. “What are you doing here? I have to close up, and then I have an errand tonight,” she informs me.
“Another date?” I grit out.
She lets out an annoyed huff and twists away from me to return to the kitchen. I follow her until she’s cornered and has nowhere to run. The kitchen is small but ridiculously organized. Everywhere I turn, something is labeled so there’s no confusing what belongs where.
“You didn’t answer me,” she repeats, her tone unsure. “What are you doing here?”
I reach into my pocket and pull out her phone. “It seems the doctor is looking forward to getting you alone tonight.”
She snatches the phone from my hands, stepping back, her eyes smoldering with resentment.
I move closer, trapping her against the stainless-steel countertop. My calm demeanor is short-lived as once again, Everleigh’s presence evokes this uncontrollable jealousy within me.
I won’t allow him to touch her.
My breaths come coarser and faster until I can’t take it anymore. Fueled by the adrenaline running through my veins, I bring my hands to her thighs and lift Everleigh, so she’s sitting on the counter.
Her honey-brown eyes take me in as her chest rises and falls, with soft, shallow breaths escaping her gorgeous, pink, kissable lips. I’m drawn to the way they part, and I remember how they tasted like fucking heaven the night I gave in all those years ago.
That night, I ignored how she made me feel because I was stupid and immature.
But now we’re adults.
And I bet she will taste just as fucking sweet.
Beside me, a tub of vanilla icing sits opened. Without even thinking, I dip my fingers into the icing, then bring it to mymouth, running my tongue along my fingers before sucking it off.
She watches me take it in, eyes wide, unaware a small moan has left her lips. I’m rock fucking hard beneath my pants, desperate to taste her. This teasing is doing nothing to help the situation and is very unlike me.
I don’t tease. Women beg me to take them without any effort on my behalf.
But Everleigh is not like other women.
She’s the poisonous apple dangling from the forbidden tree. With just one taste, I’m crossing into uncharted territory. I have to—I must—be strong enough to kiss her and walk away like it’s nothing more than a game.
“Vanilla isn’t always so bad, now is it, Miss Woods?”
CHAPTER 15
Eva
