Page 33 of Perfect Alpha

Victory

It’sbeenanamazingweek with my people, and I am not ready to go back to New York. I love seeing my parents every day, being around to help Hannah, and spending time with Aidan.

As a bonus, I’ve done a decent job of avoiding Cade and, hopefully, he won’t ruin my track record today.

I let myself into their house to say goodbye to Hannah and Aidan before my flight. Someone is padding down the stairs, so I hold my breath and wait, praying it’s my best friend and nothim.

A barefoot Cade in well-worn jeans and a white T-shirt has always done me in. Something about the look is just so intimate. My heart stops as my core heats up, undoubtedly making my neck and chest fire-engine red.

When Cade smirks at me, I know it’s true.

Great.

He should repulse me.

Spoiler alert: hedoesn’t.

“I was just leaving,” I inform him, turning on my heel and opening the door.

He’s suddenly behind me, his big body caging me in as he clicks the door closed. The heat of him draws me back like a moth to a flame, and his stubble grazing the side of my neck sends shivers along my spine.

Instantly, I want to hug him, kiss him, and fuck him. Hell, I’d settle for burying my face in his chest and smelling him. How is it possible for a man to smell so damn good?

“Victory.” When he says my name, it’s quiet agony. I can’t speak. I can’t even breathe. “Stay.”

My resolve flies out the window, and if he wanted to take me against the door right now, I’d let him. I’m turning around to tell him exactly that, but he’s already across the kitchen and rooting through the fridge.

“Do you want a drink while you wait for Hannah? She’ll be home soon. She just took Aidan to the park.”

Confusion fills my head like cotton balls, but that’s par for the course with Cade. I just felt his erection pressing against me, but you’d never know it now. He’s completely unaffected, raising an inquiring eyebrow as he waits for an answer.

“I’m good,” I manage.

I’m anythingbutgood.

Heading over to the couch, I decide to hang around for half an hour before going home. My dad is waiting to drive me to the airport, and the last thing I need is to miss my flight.

With Cade’s erratic attitude, I fully expect he’ll go back upstairs or head straight for his truck. That’s fine by me because I can read submission packages on my phone. Instead, he plops on the other end of the couch and puts his feet on my lap.

“What are you doing?” I demand.

“Lying on the couch,” he replies.

What I wouldn’t do to permanently wipe that cocky smirk right off his face. “Getoffme.”

“No.”

I push him, but he gives me an irresistible sheepish expression that he can flick on and off like a switch. Too bad knowing that fact doesn’t make it less sexy.

“Cade…”

“Maybe I was dreaming about the massages you used to give me.”

I snort. “Remember the suggestion I made to stop being such an asshole? Try it.”

He chuckles. “What fun is that?”

My hands burn with the desire to touch him. The sounds he makes get me every time, and there’s nothing I love more than drawing grateful groans from his ridiculously sexy mouth. Somehow, whenever he’s near me, I forget why I’m supposed to hate him.

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