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My obsession.

She and Ciarra paid and left, and I flashed my dimples at the cashier, offering a wink that didn’t promise jack shit. Flushed cheeks on a female—thin, thick, gorgeous, or plain, I soaked that shit in.

There was so much damn beauty around. Men holding out for perfection didn’t realize the opportunities they missed.

I didn’t have to wait either—but Addilyn was what I wanted. What I would take when the time was right.

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My princess used to be a smart girl. Intuitive and alert.

She and Ciarra left a spare key beneath their welcome mat on the stoop.

Seriously.

And letting myself into their private space at two in the morning was a piece of cake. No dog, no fucking alarm. Closest neighbors were far enough away that they wouldn’t see a goddamn thing in the dark night.

I walked in like I owned the place—not that I complained about my luck.

After I slipped off my shoes just inside the front door, I let my socked feet feather touch the floor before putting my full weight down. One squeaky oak board beneath had me jerking my foot back, and I tried again, finding a quieter area to step.

Across the living room, a nightlight in the hallway beyond made trekking across the small space a breeze.

Three doors—bathroom wide open and the other two were bedrooms, I expected.

I eyed the one farther down the hallway while adrenaline coursed through my veins. It was set back, away from the entrance, from the space where people might congregate. Not that the two women had company outside of Ciarra’s boyfriend.

Addilyn had changed enough that I knew she would try to hide like she did with the baggy clothes that covered a body I remembered all too well.

I bypassed the closest bedroom, and my heart rate jacked. Shoulders hitched with tension, ready to snap if found out.

The house’s heating system kicked on with a tired groan, and I paused my slow stride for a second.

Nothing human stirred, so I moved forward at a faster clip, the sound of the return sucking air enough to smother whatever noise I might make.

I grasped the door handle, slowly inhaled through my nose, and twisted it quietly until I allowed myself a few inches to peer through.

A nightlight lit Addilyn’s face from where she huddled along the twin bed’s edge. White-blonde hair lay a rumpled mess on her pillow, much shorter than I’d remembered but no less beautiful. A comforter tucked beneath her chin that hugged to her chest rather than lifted in the air with her usual snobbery.

Dark lashes fluttered against pale cheeks, and above were dark slashes of eyebrows perfectly shaped and natural in color even though the hue of her hair indicated otherwise.

A contradiction, the mystery of which I couldn’t wait to unravel.

A gorgeous, dick-thickening piece of ass I planned on taking in more ways than one.

But not tonight.

I stared at her through the barely opened door, memories rushing through my mind of our shared Jack and Jill bathroom. My horny ass catching a peek of her whenever I could.

Her watching me jack off in my bed.

Her stealing a look at me in the shower.

Her lush mouth wrapped around my dick.

Fuck.

I grabbed the bulge growing in my jeans, teeth clenched and lips parted while she slept peacefully. No worries, no cares other than spending Mother’s cash on getting her degree in marine biology—wherever the fuck that passion had come from.

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