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I cover her lips with mine and swallow her words as I bring us closer to orgasm. All too soon, I realize I’m teetering on the edge of my control, and I need to do something fast.

Reaching between our bodies, I rub my thumb over her sensitive clit and feel her intimate muscles tighten around my cock. While her luscious body trembles beneath me, I pour my heart and soul along with my cum deep into her sweet pussy.

After rolling us over, I pull my little spitfire against my side. I hold her curvy body close and stare at the ceiling while her breathing evens out. My cock might be satisfied, but my heart and mind are far from content. For two years, I’ve let her run the show, but I’m running out of patience.

If I don’t find a way to make her fall in love with me soon, I might just lose my fucking mind. I can’t wait to announce to the world that Piper belongs to me.

Her goddamn thirty-pound gray cat jumps up on the side of the bed and glares at me with his bright yellow eyes until I make room for him to sleep next to my knees. It took some training, but I finally managed to convince the asshole cat that he doesn’t get to sleep between me and my spitfire.

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I’m aboutto leave the office when my phone buzzes in my pocket. The hope that it’s a text from Piper causes me to drop everything I’m holding and check it.

Disappointment cuts through me when I see it’s from Wild, my best friend.

Dickhead

Want to come by and watch the game tonight? It’s gab and gossip night, and Jenna won’t be home for a few hours.

Fuck me.I totally forgot about the “girls’ night” Piper and her group of friends have every other Friday. Goddamn. Instead of spending the evening with my little spitfire, I’ll have to deal with Wild’s shit.

Me

I’ll be there.

Dickhead

Bring the beer.

Me

Don’t I always?

Dickhead

The good stuff this time. I’m not watching my girlish figure.

Me

It was one time. I was distracted and grabbed the wrong thing.

Dickhead

I’m just making sure you don’t get distracted again and force me to drink that diet, fizzy, salty water shit.

One time.One time, I accidentally grabbed the low-calorie seltzer, and my dickhead best friend won’t ever let me forget it.

Can I help that Piper started refusing to come over to my place after the girls’ get-togethers out of the blue, and I was feeling out of sorts worrying something was up with her?

Yes, I’m a pussy-whipped moron. We’ve already established that.

“It’s beenthe day from hell.” I hold my phone against my shoulder and juggle my grocery bags. Dillon’s special ringtone played at the most inopportune time. I was walking up the stairs holding my groceries in one hand and my purse in the other. Of course, I didn’t want to miss his call, so I fumbled everything around so I could find my phone. Can you say royally screwed? Because that’s what I am. Totally in love with a jerk who isn’t looking for anything permanent. Fudge my life.

“What happened?” At least he asks about my day.

“Our new photographer is a massive pain in the rear.” Boy is that an understatement. Mark is a diva with a capital D. If I have to deal with one more of his temper tantrums, I might lose my mind. Plus, I’ve been feeling icky lately, so my tolerance for assholes is at zero.

“Want me to have a talk with him?” Mr. Tall, Blonde, and Conceited might not be my boyfriend, but he sure likes to act like it.

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