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Wilson?”
    “Haven’t you tortured him enough with the knitting lessons?”
    “Why would shopping be torture?”
    “Wilson doesn’t like crowds,” I say softly, and her lips curl into a silent “o”.  
    “Okay, one of the hired goons is fine.”
    “Maybe don’t call him a goon. His name is Scott.” She sticks her tongue out at me. “Put that away before I put it to good use.”
    I’m teasing her, and she’s being snarky, but there’s an edge to the conversation, like she’s running scared from the stuff that came up during sex the night before.
    When she gets up to put her cup in the sink, I follow her, pinning her against the counter, my tan hands bracing next to her paler, creamier fingers on the counter.
    “You have to go to work,” she whispers, biting her lip to keep from smiling as she glances back at me over her shoulder.
    I was a fool to hold back this week. My girl doesn’t want soft and sweet.
    Her hair is loose—long, honey-brown waves with expensive highlights, still damp from her shower. Fucking gorgeous.
    “What are you thinking?” she asks, twisting to catch my eyes.
    “How good your hair looks wrapped around my fist,” I admit, gathering the strands in a loose ponytail. She smiles as she closes her eyes, and I decide work can wait.
    Tugging her head to the side, I lower my face to the creamy skin of her shoulder and breathe her in, running my nose up her neck to the spot behind her ear.
    I slide my hand up her front, pressing the hard length of my body into her back as I squeeze her breast. “I will never get enough of you.”
    I taste her, kissing her neck with an open mouth, soft at first, then harder. I bite my way down her neck again, to where the tendon flexes, and I suck there, using my tongue to savor every last inch of her.
    My hands roam higher, tugging at her neckline. I rub my thumb along her collarbone, then cover her throat, pulling her mouth to meet mine for an urgent kiss before I move back to her neck.
    “Think of this all day today. Think of how hard I get just breathing you in. Tasting your skin.” I yank her hair harder and she gasps and smiles and all is fucking right with the world. I cup her cheek with my other hand and rub my thumb along the edge of her lower lip. Her skin’s silky soft and she looks at me, her green eyes wide. “Tell me you feel the same.”
    “You know I do.”
    “I want to hear it.”
    She slides her hand between us and cups my throbbing dick. “I’m always ready for you.” She licks her lips and closes her eyes, tipping her head back against my shoulder. I brush my mouth against her cheek, nuzzling her. Willing her to continue. “Wet. I want you to think of me, aching for your fingers.”
    Her voice is barely above a whisper, and her breathing is coming hard and fast now. Like I want to, all over her.
    “I will,” I growl in her ear. “We’re both going to hum with that need, Hailey. And at the first available opportunity, I’m going to fuck you, and you’ll be so primed, you’re going to come as soon as I drag my big cock through that gorgeous fucking wetness. I’m going to spank your pretty little clit and you’re going to scream for me.”
    “Umphf—” I cut her off as I suck her tongue into my mouth, twisting around her body now like we’re one. Kissing her like it’s better than breathing.
    And I have to fucking go to work.
    Breaking off the kiss that I can feel tingling across my scalp and down my spine is a fucking Herculean task. I want a gold medal for keeping my pants zipped.
    “More…” she whispers against my lips, and I want to give her the moon. And a thousand orgasms.
    “Later. Soon. It’ll be worth it.”
    She thumps me weakly in the chest as she licks her lips. “Hey…I wanted to ask you…”
    I reluctantly wipe my mouth and gesture for her to continue with my other hand.
    She winces, but keeps her eyes on mine. “Where did you go last night?”
    Shit. “You were asleep, and something came