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Cassie: Nick?

Nick: Yes. Sorry to message you in the middle of the night. I know you gave me your number in case of emergency. But this is an emergency.

Cassie: What happened?

Cassie: Is everyone okay?

Nick: What happened is your family is kicking my ass at Scrabble. I need help!

Cassie: Oh… And this is why you’re texting me in the middle of the night.

Nick: This is serious. Mr. Biggles, the cat, has a higher score than I do!

Cassie: Oh, God. Is Wade playing as Mr. Biggles again?

Nick: Wait. Wade is playing as Mr. Biggles?

Cassie: He’s just showing off. He does that whenever his score get’s higher than Mom’s because he wants her to think she’s still the queen of Scrabble, but he also wants to know he’s winning.

Nick: How is that fair?

Cassie: Um… have you met my family? Guidrys don’t play fair. We play to win.

Nick: Okay. Then I need a plan. I have to least hold my own.

Cassie: I told you you weren’t prepared.

Nick: Are you going to help or not?

Cassie: Send me a photo of the board and the available letters.

Cassie: And tell Mr. Biggles we’re coming for him.

chaptertwenty-one

Cassie

I’ve barely come down from the single most incredible orgasm of my life when I realize, as amazing as it was, it still lacked something. I look down at him, still kneeling at my feet.

“I need your dick,” I say. I graduated summa cum laude from the Plan II honors program at UT. I was at the top of my class at law school and passed the bar in one pass, with a near perfect score. And this man has reduced me to four-word sentences.

He stands, his brows raised. “What’s the matter, baby? Tell me what you need.”

“I feel too empty,” I whine.

He grips the thick outline of his cock through his board shorts, giving me a hard look. “I don’t have any condoms with me, baby. Do you?”

“No.” Why would I? I didn’t plan for this. I never saw this coming. “But you’re clean, right? I know you get regular physicals.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m on the pill. And I was tested after…” I stop short of saying Tripp’s name, because that man has no business in this moment.

That must be all Nick needs to hear, because he gives a tight nod and steps closer. “You need me to fill you up?”

“Please, Nick.”

His hand wraps around my throat, not in a scary way, just a sexy, dominate move that stills my gaze, forcing me to look at him. “Say the words, Cassie. Tell me you need me to fuck you.”

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