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She was still pretendingthat there was nothing but sex between us.

I’d just knocked a man unconscious for touching her—could she truly be that fucking blind?

“Never had with anyone else what I’ve got with you, Addie,” I said, giving her more and hoping like fuck I didn’t scare her off for doing it.

She grinned at me, her eyes sparkling from the distant bonfire light. “Not even with Francine?”

She was joking, trying to lighten the moment, to avoid anything serious, but I didn’t want her thinking shit like that. “Fuck Francine. I forgot she existed. I was with her once, a long fucking time ago, before I ever laid eyes on you. Was it good? I do not fucking remember, because it meantnothing. You, Addison, what we do…Baby, I haven’t forgotten one fucking moment, one second, and I never will, understand?”

I was done playing games. I hadn’t meant to say all of that, but I couldn’t pretend anymore.

Her breath hitched, and she nodded. “Yeah, I think I do. I won’t forget a moment of our time together either.” She pressed her forehead to mine, still not fucking getting it, still convinced this was ending tomorrow.

I didn’t want to ruin our last night together if she truly didn’t want more from me, but I couldn’t carry on with the lie that what we had was only physical when we both knew that was bullshit.

I opened my mouth to spill my guts—

She took my hand, lifted my busted knuckles to her lips, and kissed them. “I’m sorry,” she said, looking up at me. “I shouldn’t have taken off like that. Now you’re hurt.”

I hadn’t noticed. My focus had been solely on the gorgeous, sweet, funny, sexy-as-hell woman in my lap. “Words don’t mean much, Addison. I’m all about actions.”

She licked her lips. “You want me to show you how sorry I am?”

My gaze slid to her full, perfect lips, then back. “Yes.”

She cupped my face in her hands, leaned in, and kissed me. Her lips were soft and sweet and needy, and she smelled so fucking good. I wrapped my arms around her, every damn thought in my head dissolving into smoke.

She made a soft sound that had my dick standing at attention. Her hand snaked between us, and she undid the button of my jeans, sliding down the zipper.

“You wanna feel me inside you, baby?” I wanted her constantly.

She kissed her way to my ear. “Yes, but first I want to taste you.”

Need pounded through me. “You want me to fuck that pretty mouth?”

She glanced over her shoulder, toward the bonfire, then back, and she nodded.

“No one can see us over here,” I said, reassuring her, voice rough as hell.

Thankfully, we were in shadow, far enough from the bonfire that people couldn’t see her unless they moved closer. I didn’t give a fuck about me, but no way I wanted any other fucker seeing my woman on her knees. I didn’t want anyone else to see any part of her, especially when we were like this.

Licking her lips, she kissed me again before she eased off my lap and down to her knees.

I couldn’t look away as she stared up at me, eyes bright with need. Her hands lifted to my jeans, and she tugged them lower, then took my dick in her hand.

I bit back a curse as she leaned in and tasted the head of my cock, her tongue darting out, her full lips working their way around the rim. I groaned and gathered her hair in my hand, spreading my thighs wider so I could watch.

Her mouth opened over the head and she sucked me down. “Fuck, that’s it.”

She made a humming sound, and her fingers tightened around my shaft, stroking the base as she sucked down as much of me as she could. I couldn’t fucking take it. I was already wired from bringing her here. Then after what happened in the clubhouse with Cracker, I still had adrenaline pumping through my veins.

She watched me, eyes round, glazed, and turned the fuck on as she sucked her way to the tip.

“Fuck, your mouth feels amazing,” I said with a groan.

Addie worked me hard, giving it to me the way I liked.

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