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“Damn right you are. Come all over this cock. That’s what this cock is for, making you fucking come.”

That cock is slamming into my G-spot with every pump inside me. It feels like when I finally climax, I might actually break apart.

“Wade, I can’t.”

“Come with me, Kelli.” Two more thrusts and that’s exactly what happens.

I tilt my head so that we can kiss over my shoulder as our orgasms explode between us.

He kisses me long and deep like I mean something to him. Like tonight changed things between us.

I can’t afford to fall for Wade the man. Wade the boy gave me my first heart break, but Wade the man could destroy my heart in a way I’d never love again.

chapterthirty-four

Wade

I wake up with Kelli in my arms and a fucking smile on my face. When was the last time that happened? I don’t even remember. It’s early enough in the morning that I know Mama will still have some hotbeignetsat the restaurant. My parents own and runGator’s,the local Cajun restaurant.

I slip out of bed, careful not to wake my sleeping beauty, then sneak out of her house. I’ll have time to go home and shower, then grab some of those little fried pastries that I know for a fact, Kelli has a weakness for.

When we were in high school and she was my French tutor, I used to pay her in those little suckers. It started mostly because I was the older pervert who wanted to watch my much younger tutor wrap her virgin lips around the fried dough and get powdered sugar stuck to her lip gloss.

Knowing that I can bring her a fresh batch to her clinic this morning and kiss her in front of anyone makes me smile like a goddamn fool. We can figure out my new schedule if she still feels like I need to be working with another therapist. Which, since we’ve definitely crossed some lines now, I will begrudgingly support.

It’s not even thirty minutes later that I walk into my parents’ restaurant. I haven’t stepped foot in here since I’ve been home and I know they’re busy since this is only one of three mornings a week that they’re opened for breakfast.

So, all these heads turn as I enter. I nod and smile at people as I walk further inside.

“Wade,” Remy calls with a hand wave from the center of the room.

I head to their table and pull up a chair. “What are y’all doing up so early?”

“We’re heading out today. Have to drive to Austin to catch flights back to California,” Remy says.

Mama brings me a cup of coffee and I place my order ofbeignetsto go. She raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t ask any questions.

“Hey, I’m sorry for giving you shit the other night,” Remy said. “Ava said I was acting like an ass.”

“You were,” she says.

“I would have done the same to you,” I say. “But I appreciate you sticking up for me, Ava.” I reach over and squeeze her hand.

Remy’s eyes narrow. “Did you get hit on the head this morning or something?”

“Or something,” I say with a grin.

“Holy shit, you fucked her,” he whispers.

Ava smacks his arm and hisses his name.

“Ow, Sugar,” he fake-whines. He holds his elbow up to her. “Kiss it and make it better?”

She rolls her eyes at him. “I’m gonna go to the little girl’s room and give you boys some privacy before we need to get on the road. Wade, it was lovely to actually meet you in person.”

“Likewise. I’ll try to be less of a grumpy asshole the next time we see each other.”

She gives me a sweet smile and then walks off. Remy blatantly stares at her ass until she disappears down the hallway that leads to the bathroom.

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