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“I’ve had to crawl through fire to become the woman I am today. So, yeah, I might be younger than you, but I’m no fucking little girl. If you opened your eyes long enough to see me for who I am, you’d realize that, Waylon.”

The heat returned, his eyes sparking at his name. His pupils were blown, blotting out the color.

“You don’t need me,” he seethed through gritted teeth.

“Blind and delusional.” I climbed onto the desk, crawling toward him until I was right in front of him. He sucked in a breath, watching my every move. He didn’t back away, though, encouraging that flame in me. Dropping down onto my butt, I knocked his arms off as I hung my legs over the edge, caging him in.

He leaned back, but I gripped his shirt, pulling him toward me. “Kiss me once, Waylon. Kiss me once, and if there’s nothing there, I’ll leave you alone. But not until you kiss me.”

His jaw clenched, his body a stone wall as he stared at me.

Dropping down onto his lap, I wrapped my arms around his neck, rocking on his hard cock pressed against his jeans. His eyes fluttered closed as he bit back a moan.

Nipping his ear, I made one last siren call.

“Kiss. Me. Dammit.”

Diary #13

Dear Lennox,

Dick. Drunk.

Apparently, it’s a thing.

Look it up.

And call me when you’re sobered up from yours.

Kisses,

Darcie

CHAPTER 14

Bubba

Her words scorched my insides, sending me plummeting over the edge I’d been desperately trying to hold on to.

My restraint broke, and I reared up, grabbing her as I moved. Her back hit the desk as I braced my arms around her, caging her in this time. Her breasts moved up and down as she breathed, her legs tight around my waist.

“Make sure this is what you want, little girl. Because once I take this,” I said, moving my hand to cup her, “I’m never letting you go.” I was baiting her, needing to push her to walk away one more time.

She drew up, her eyes firing as she stared me down. Never in my life had a woman infuriated and enticed me so much.

“Don’t call me that ever again,” she hissed. “I told you once, I’m not a fucking little girl.”

“Then what are you?” I challenged, my hand still gripping her pussy tight.

“Your fucking Queen.”

Her words struck, smacking me in the chest like a bullet. Because, of course, she was absolutely right. In the month she’d been here, she’d become my entire world despite my attempts to keep her away.

No matter how much I ignored her, she was always there. Her smell, the sound of her voice, the way she giggled. Her shoes clicking on the hardwood, her attempts at cooking. The way she talked with customers and helped everyone around her feel special. Everywhere I turned, I saw reminders of her. From the house to the shop, to even my fucking bike, I couldn’t escape her.

And it seemed my avoidance had finally run its course.

“You’re right. You’re absolutely right, my Queen.”

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