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stomach twists into a knot.
    I’m not used to being turned down, and it’s not a feeling I want to grow accustomed to. I didn’t get where I am today by lying dormant. Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I call Sophie once more, giving her one last chance before I show up on her parent’s doorstep and drag her back to me. 
    I may have trust issues, and I still need to deal with Stella, but none of that is going to stop me from taking what’s mine. And Sophie is mine.
    Expecting her voicemail, like every other time I’ve called, I’m surprised when she answers on the fourth ring.
    "Sophie?" The surprise is evident in my voice.
    "Hi," she says casually.
    "We need to talk." She’s silent for several long moments, only the soft sounds of her breathing tell me she’s still on the line.
    "About what?" she asks finally.
    "I have a new proposition for you."
     
    ***
     
    When the limousine I’ve sent drops Sophie off in my driveway, looking bewildered and tired, I’m thankful that her parents live a few hours north of Los Angeles. It means I should be able to keep her here at least through the night. She will have to hear me out.
    Stepping out into the sunlight, I greet her beside the car. My fists clench uselessly at my sides as the realization that she’s not mine to take into my arms slams against me. I lift her bag from the brick walkway and force a smile onto my lips. "Thank you for coming."
    She nods. "Thank you for sending the limo. That really wasn’t necessary." She twists the ring on her thumb, obviously curious about why I’ve summoned her here when things seem like they’re over between us.
    "Let’s go inside."
    I let her walk ahead, appreciating the way her round little behind sways enticingly. I follow like a puppy on a leash.
    Once inside, Sophie is all tentative steps and unsure glances. Deciding it’ll be best to cut to the chase about why I’ve brought her here, I lead her into the den. The same room where I brought her that first night. Memories of her on her knees before me, taking my thick cock into her mouth and sucking me off with such skill and enthusiasm causes my dick to harden instantly. Fuck .
    I take a breath and clear my throat, hoping that her eyes don’t wander to the front of my trousers. "Have a seat."
    Sophie complies, sitting carefully at the edge of the sofa. I wonder if the memories of that first night are burned into her brain as thoroughly as they are into mine. Despite my efforts, I’m unable to get the visual of her full pink mouth wrapped around the head of my cock out of my mind. The way her tongue teased down the length of my shaft and her hand curled around my base, stroking as she sucked me deep into her throat.
    My needy erection zaps all my concentration and it takes me a moment to realize Sophie is speaking.
    "Colton?" she blinks up at me, drawing me from the x-rated show currently playing in my head.
    "I’m glad you came," I say.
    She chews on her lower lip, almost as nervous as the first time I brought her home. Her gaze sweeps around the room and her spine is as straight as an arrow. She doesn’t want to let her guard down and I assume it’s because she doesn’t trust herself with me. Good to know. I don’t trust myself either.
    "Can I get you anything? Wine? A bottle of water?"
    She shakes her head. "What did you want to discuss? You were kind of vague on the phone."
    She’s right. I was vague –mainly because I had no idea what I could say to persuade her. I knew I needed to see her eyes – to read her expression in order to craft my proposal. And the nervous, unsure girl I see sitting before me means I need to proceed with caution. I’d considered pushing her, convincing her how good we are together physically and persuading her to be with me the way I know she wants. But now I see that I need to employ a different method, because watching her walk out that door again is not an option.
    "I know I fucked up by keeping my marriage from you. In