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He removed the condom and tied it off before tossing in the corner wastebasket. With his length tucked back into his pants, he gently pulled my underwear and shorts up from where they’d bunched around my knees. Once I was back to rights, he turned me around and brushed the hair from my face, and I had to fight the burn in my eyes at his tenderness.

“I want to see you again,” he said quietly, leaning in to brush his lips against mine.

“You see me every day. We work in the same place and live next door to each other.”

He pulled back and looked down at me, his gaze penetrating. “You know what I mean, baby.” Just like he had the night before, he wrapped his hand around my neck and held my gaze captive. “You want that too?”

I did know what he meant, and I absolutely wanted that too. Unable to form the words, I nodded, leaned forward, and placed a gentle kiss against his lips.

He sighed, and I had the feeling it was with pleasure. “I should get back to work,” he said, shooting me a wink. “I’ve got some security footage that needs deleting. But if I call you later, you going to answer?”

I couldn’t help but laugh, my lips stretching into a smile. “Yeah, Si. I’ll answer.”

His thumb traced across my jaw, and his touch combined with how he was looking at me made me feel cherished.

“Okay, baby. One more kiss, then I gotta go.”

I did as ordered, giggling like a ridiculous school girl when he groaned like having to let me go caused him physical pain.

I knew the feeling. And something told me it was going to get much, much worse.

18

SILAS

I’d done my best to concentrate on the million other things I had to do stacked high on my plate, but it had been useless. I could still smell Sloane on my skin. I could still feel her tight, hot cunt squeezing the shit out of my dick as she came around me, milking me until my balls were empty.

I hadn’t meant for that to happen when I followed her into the studio. I just wanted to watch her in motion. But she’d looked so beautiful it stole the breath right out of my lungs. I couldn’t help myself. My need for her defied logic and reason. It was a primal, driving force that refused to be ignored. I’d planned on our first time being somewhere I could really take my time and worship every single inch of her perfect body. But when she begged the way she did, the pleas spilling from those pretty lips, I’d been helpless.

I couldn’t remember a time in my life when I’d ever felt such an all-consuming need for another person. That one taste in that dark classroom the night before was all it took to addict me to Sloane Chambers in every single way.

It scared the fuck out of me, but despite that fear, I was helpless to stop it. Hell, I didn’t want to. Not anymore. I just wantedher.

When she’d left the club earlier, I’d forced myself to get some work done before finally calling it a day when it became obvious my focus was shot. I deleted the footage that would out us if anyone were to see it, and headed home.

Sloane’s car hadn’t been in her driveway when I pulled into mine, so I decided to lose myself in a few mindless hours of home repair. I might not have been able to focus at the club, but I didn’t need a functioning brain to paint a wall or two. I channeled all that pent-up energy stirring inside of me and got to work. By the time Darcy got home from cheer practice, I’d managed to finish the living room and had started painting the walls of the dining room a soft, neutral gray, a huge improvement from what it had been before.

Darcy walked in, tossing her gym bag onto the sofa as she looked around the living room. “Hey, you finished in here.”

I braced my hands on my hips and took everything in. “Yeah. That’s one room down. What do you think?”

She nodded in approval. “It looks good.”

I arched a brow, my mouth pulling into a teasing smirk. “Justgood? That’s the best you can do for your old man? Even after I busted my ass to get this finished?”

She giggled and walked up to me to give my shoulder a condescending pat. “It looksfabulous, Dad,” she said sarcastically. “It’s the best paint job to ever be painted in the whole entire world.”

“Smartass,” I grumbled playfully. “Come on. Help me clean this shit up so we can figure out what to do about dinner.”

She helped me carry the brushes into the kitchen so I could wash the paint off them.

“You know, I like the gray a lot, but now that I’ve met Ms. Lucille, I get how the crazy colors might have worked when she lived here.”

That was just another thing Sloane had managed to give my girl. Darcy hadn’t been able to stop talking about the awesome woman who used to own our house. She shared some of her stories with me, and I had to admit, the woman sounded entertaining as hell. She kept talking about going back for another visit, and it warmed something deep in my chest to see my baby girl had gone from hating me, this town, and this house to having things she was actually excited about.

I wasn’t stupid or blind. I knew my girl wouldn’t have had the nerve to try out for the cheer team if not for Sloane’s gentle yet persistent encouragement.

As I dried the brushes, Darcy pulled open the drawer that was already stuffed full with takeout menus. I was skilled at a lot of things, but cooking was certainly not one of them, as we discovered the day before when Darcy had given me all of three hours’ notice that she needed something homemade for a bake sale.

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