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Oh. Tomorrow is Sunday. What business could he possibly have on Sunday? “Is it work or personal?” “Sophie…” He lets out a soft groan. “I wish I could explain it all to you, but I don’t want you to hate me.” “I could never hate you.” “You promise?” I yawn, unable to hold it in…

“Can we not discuss this?” His voice is firm, but his gaze is imploring and soft. The combination causes me to melt just a little. I suppress a smile. Knowing he missed me just as much as I missed him makes me feel giddy. “I’m home now.” I link my fingers with his and his…

The sweet warmth of her mouth as she licks the tip of my dick sends a bolt of pleasure ricocheting through me. I clench my abdominals and thread my fingers in her hair, forcing more of myself in between her lips. With her eyes looking up at mine, she takes me deeper, letting me control…

“How?” I blurt. “Because he’s finally dealing with shit he should have years ago.” “Pace…” Marta warns. “Relax. I’m not going to spill the beans. Besides, you know I’m right,” he says. I wish I hadn’t drunk so much, I wish my head was clear enough to put together the puzzle pieces forming before me….

“Y-yes,” I answer, blinking up at him. He reaches up to trace my bottom lip with his thumb and then hooks his palm around the back of my neck, drawing my mouth closer to his. “Good girl.” He leans in closer, wrapping his hands around the backs of my bare knees. “Take off your panties,”…

“There was only one partner before you and…” her voice trembles. I hush her with the press of my lips to hers. Knowing I’m going to be the first man in so many ways makes all my blood rush south. “How in the fuck did you learn to suck cock like that?” Her cheeks grow…

“Then tell me. I’m sharing your home, your bed – I’m here for another five months. Are we really going to keep ignoring this?” “Ignoring what?” he growls, his voice rough. My gaze wanders to his lap and I unconsciously lick my lips. Crap. If he’s going to act like he’s unaffected, then so am…

“Did something happen at work?” I ask, helping him out of his jacket. He tosses the garment onto the waiting bench. He does this every night and they miraculously end up freshly laundered and back in his closet. I don’t even think he realizes it. “Sort of,” he says without meeting my eyes. “I’m good…

Knowing it’s for charity, and that’s he’s not just throwing me some pity busy-work, I find myself nodding my head. “Okay. I’ll do it.” “Perfect. I’ll let Kylie know. You can start whenever it suits you.” “Tomorrow will be fine.” I don’t think I need another day of lounging in the sun or jogging aimlessly…

“Good.” Collins rolls his eyes. My one word responses aren’t going to fly with him. He started it though by dodging my question about Tatianna. “Have you fucked her yet?” Pace asks, much less tactfully. I choke on a swig of bourbon and clear my throat. “No.” My voice is gruff. It’s not that I…