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  “What does that mean?” he asked, his shit-eating grin firmly in place.

  “It means we belong to each other. No more Barbies for you.”

  “No more brain surgeons for you.” He slid out of her, careful not to drip any remains of their tryst on her dress. He sat back on his knees, tucking himself back into his pants.

  “Agreed.” She nodded as she slid her panties back into place, hoping they’d soak up some of the wetness between her legs. Staggering to her feet slowly, she threw her dress over her exposed legs.

  “I think I’m going to like this.” He ran his hands over his face and through his hair trying to smooth over the just-fucked mess.

  Addison giggled, knowing her own hair was a mess and her dress was wrinkled. Not to mention she could feel the biggest I-just-had-sex smile on her face. “How do I look? Ready to go back in there?”

  His eyes went wide as he looked her up and down. “Maybe we should leave early.”

  “That bad?”

  “We both look like we just fucked on a floor somewhere.” He laughed as he retrieved his jacket from the floor, brushed it off then tossed it over his shoulder holding it there with one finger.

  Addison blew a loose curl out of her face. “You might be right.”

  “I think some takeout and a movie would be great,” he suggested.

  As if on cue, Addison’s stomach rumbled. “That’s a good idea.”

  He placed his hand in hers, kissing the back of it. He whispered against her skin, “Let’s go.”

  Chapter 17

  Her eyes felt like lead as she struggled to open them. The relentless knocking on her front door forced her to roll out of bed. As she brushed the messy tangle of hair out of her face, she huffed, forcing her feet to touch the floor. “Somebody better be dying.”

  As she walked out of the room, she yanked her robe off the end of her bed, pulling it around her body violently. Taking the steps slowly, she clung to the railing hoping her blurry eyes would clear up soon. Again the knocking. Taking a deep breath, she yelled. “Just a minute!”

  The shadow at her door froze. She could see him standing there through the stained glass. “Addison?”

  “Decland?” she called back.

  “Yeah,” he answered, his deep timbre sending shivers down her spine.

  Her drowsy state all but disappeared at the sound of his voice. Holy shit. As she reached up, she could feel her hair in a tangled nest from the night before. No doubt her makeup was smudged under her eyes. She felt like holy hell. She stood on the other side of the door not wanting to open it. “What are you doing here?”

  “I came to take you on a proper date.”

  She pulled the robe in tighter, then ran her hands furiously through her knots. “But it’s Sunday morning.”

  “Exactly. Today we are just being Decland and Addison. Not Doctor Tyler and Mr. Wallace. Now, will you please open the door?” He sighed.

  She took the corner of her robe used it to wipe under her eyes. When she lifted the material away from her face it was smudged with black. She groaned. “Okay.”

  As she pulled the door open, Decland stood taking up the whole entryway. His dark hair fell in his face still damp from the shower he’d taken that morning. His face was set in a perfectly serene smile. When they came face to face, he looked her up and down with a small snicker. He passed by her, heading straight for the kitchen, giving her a quick swat on the backside. “Go take a shower. I’ll make coffee.”

  Addison turned, watching his perfect denim-clad ass stroll through her house like he owned the place. She closed the door before she headed straight for the stairs. She paused, listening to the sound of Decland banging around her kitchen singing to himself. There was something so self-satisfying about the way he was acting this early in the morning, she wanted to march back down the stairs and smack him. She was definitely not the morning person he clearly was.

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  A piping hot shower had the ability to fix so many things—a bothersome stomach, a stuffy nose, it could even wash away morning grouchiness. As the water ran over her body, cascading in tiny streams, her morning grogginess lifted away. In its place was the feeling of excitement. It had been a long time since she spent a lazy Sunday with anyone besides her favorite book. As she moved her arms slowly through the never-ending stream, her muscles relaxed, the tension left her body and her mind was curiously free of any worries.

  She closed her eyes, tilting her head back to allow the warmth to run from the top of her head down to her feet. Suddenly, the subtle click of her bathroom door echoed around the room. Addison smiled to herself knowing what would follow the light footsteps as they padded toward the shower. As the glass door opened slowly, the steam surrounding her slid out in a cloud of mist billowing around Decland. She turned, giving him her back as she peeked over her shoulder with a smile. “What are you doing in my bathroom, Mr. Wallace?”

  He pulled his light gray sweater over his head revealing his lickable, corded abs. He shook out his wild dark locks, his eyes dancing with excitement. “I thought I might join you.”

  Addison looked him over from his bare feet, up his loose, denim-clad legs to his waistline that revealed the top of his boxer briefs and that oh-so-perfect V-shape. That delicious arrow pointing to a very happy place that she had become well acquainted with. Turning around, she faced him fully, allowing him to see her completely naked with water dripping down her body. “Did you, now? I seem to remember your hair being wet when you woke me up.”

  His eyes locked on her breasts. He reached out, catching the water that dripped off the taught peaks. His hand hovered just under her breasts as if he was about to cup them the way she wanted him to. She was tempted to move that extra inch to allow her breast to fall into his hand that held a small puddle. He peeked up at her with a smile that promised orgasms. “I think I missed a spot.”

  Addison couldn’t help but giggle as she reached for him, pulling his face closer. She stepped out of the hot stream of water to the side of the shower where her lips could meet his. Once her damp hands wrapped around his hair, he groaned low in his throat, leaning in toward her. Her lips pressed to his gently at first, but as his firm mouth moved against hers, she couldn’t help but let go sliding her tongue into his. Soon, she was demanding more as she grabbed one of his hands, placing it on her breast. The moment his large, firm grip surrounded her breast, she cried out taking his other hand and sliding it lower. He took a step forward about to climb into the shower. Addison pushed him back. “Oh, no you don’t. You stay right there.”

  “But—”

  She cut him off as she placed her hand over his hand between her legs. She pushed into him rubbing her clit along his palm. “Come on, Peach. Are you going to torture me?”

  “Hmm, I’m thinking about it.” She pressed one of his fingers into the wetness of her core. Her whole body undulated against him as she rocked her hips forward.

  “Fuck,” he whispered as he took her lips once more, moving his tongue in and out of her mouth to the same rhythm he pumped his finger in her.

  Addison lifted her leg, placing her foot on the corner of the small bench in her shower. “Yes, like that.”

  Her hips bucked forward wildly as he sunk a second finger into her. He pressed his thumb to her clit, making small circles around it as he continued pumping. Addison arched her back, crying out, begging for more. The sounds of her moans echoed around the room as the shower continued to stream hot water. Little drops of mist clung to her feverish skin as she felt the threads of her climax teasing her system. She sucked in a breath knowing she would soon explode around his expert fingers.

  “That’s it, Peach. Let me feel you. Come on, baby.” He added more pressure to her clit, his finger moving over it perfectly. Her muscles clenched as she climbed higher. Her knees were about to give out when she dug her nails into his shoulder, holding on for dear life as he took her even higher. Pleasure finally exploded through her veins as her inner muscles cl
enched his fingers. Decland reached out, grabbing her neck. With his other hand, he dragged her to him slamming his lips over hers, taking her cries into his mouth, fucking her lips with his tongue.

  As her body drifted back down to earth, he slowed his fingers to an easy pumping motion, the aftershocks of her orgasm still causing her inner muscles to tingle. She could feel the flood of wetness between her legs that wasn’t from the warm water. As he slid his fingers out of her, he left her core weeping for him. She squirmed at the loss.

  “I love making you come, Peach.”

  Addison stepped back into the shower, the hot water seeming cold in comparison to the heat of her skin. She could feel her heart beating as the water began to calm her system. She looked over at Decland knowing she had a lazy smile on her face. “I love your fingers.”

  “Just my fingers?” He chuckled.

  “Your cock is pretty amazing, too,” she admitted with a laugh.

  Decland unfastened his pants then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans.

  “What are you doing?” Addison stopped him before he could pull his pants down.

  Decland looked around like he didn’t know she was talking to him. “I’m getting in.”

  He leaned his face in toward her. Addison put her hand over his pouty lips. “Oh, no you’re not.”

  She pushed him back out of the shower, closing the glass door between them. He palmed his hard shaft through his jeans. “You’re going to leave me like this?”

  Addison smiled down at his hard cock. “For now.”

  “Oh, come on,” he whined. “You’re in the shower naked, and I just made you come. That’s just wrong.” He picked up his shirt off the floor with a snicker as he turned for the door. “I’ll remember this.”

  “That’s what you get for an early morning wake-up call on a Sunday.”

  Chapter 18

  Being around Addison was like being sucked into a world that he knew very little about but wanted to explore. The way she gave herself to him physically made him believe that she had even more to offer in other parts of their relationship. While he knew that money was important to other women, for some reason, he felt that the little things would go a lot further with Addison. Sure, he could take her to a five star restaurant that only accepted reservations months in advance, but his instincts were screaming at him to take it down a level and show this amazing woman something real, something personal, something he knew would make her want him.

  As they strolled through Central Park in companionable silence, Decland couldn’t help but wonder what it would take to unlock her secrets. The warm early summer air drifted over them as they navigated the many paths of the park. He raised his eyes toward the skyline. In no other part of the world could you be surrounded by trees and still be in the middle of the city with skyscrapers all around you. As he took a deep breath, the smell of vendor food, earth and water tingled his nose. Nowhere in the world could compare to New York. With Addison by his side, New York was like a dream. The warm air blew her chestnut locks around her face; her deep amber eyes took in everything. Even in jeans, a black chiffon tank top and flats on, she looked incredible.

  “There’s no place else in the world like this.” Addison’s words echoed his feelings.

  He smiled down at her, tentatively taking her hand in his. There was only a moment of hesitation as she watched her fingers being enfolded by his. Decland could feel his chest puff with pride when she allowed him this small victory. “You know, I was just thinking that. It’s beautiful in this part of the city.”

  “I love how you can be in the middle of a million people yet walk down a dirt path and not see anyone. Then come out on the other end, and there you are, standing on a bridge you didn’t know existed over a pond filled with ducks.”

  He nodded, agreeing. “Are you hungry?”

  “Well, since someone woke me up this morning and dragged me out the door, I haven’t had a chance to eat,” she teased, nudging him in the arm.

  Decland scoffed. “It wasn’t that early. And I do believe I’ve learned my lesson.”

  He made a show of adjusting himself, a pained look across his face as if he was uncomfortable in his own skin.

  Addison giggled. “Serves you right.”

  “What is that saying again?” He wagged his eyebrows playfully at her. “Payback is a bitch.”

  “We will see about that, Mr.Wallace.” She smiled up at him, her cheeks slightly pink with excitement.

  “Yes, we will see.” He pulled her hand to his lips, kissing the back of it before he allowed their entwined grip to once again fall casually between them.

  “So, where are we going?”

  “Just up a bit farther.” As they walked around a winding path, the elegant white building rose up before them. Large pillars surrounded the entire building. It looked like it was floating on the large pond that ran right up to the edge of the veranda.

  “The Boathouse?” Addison seemed genuinely shocked.

  “It’s one of my favorite places to eat.”

  “Mine too.”

  “Then this was a great choice. Something we have in common, I guess.”

  Addison tugged him forward. “You mean besides having great sex?”

  Decland let out a loud bark of laughter. “Yes, besides that.”

  “I already know what I want.” She bounced slightly as she walked.

  When they reached the double door, Decland reached out and held the door open for her. Addison looked up at him with wide eyes. “I didn’t think men did that anymore.”

  “Well, I’ve got to do something to win you over.” He bent over whispering in her ear, “Besides make you come.”

  Addison cheeks grew pink with color. Her eyes darted around looking to see if someone had heard him. She ducked in passing the lunch counter where people could order sandwiches to take out. As they stepped through a second doorway, the atmosphere changed. The place was packed. The square bar that sat in the middle of the first landing was surrounded with customers drinking mimosas, eating brunch and talking loudly. Decland followed as Addison pushed through the crowd straight to the hostess station where people waited, clutching those little vibrating coasters, hoping it would be their turn to sit soon.

  As Decland stepped in behind her, he could hear her speaking over the hustle of chatter and clanking dishes. “How long is the wait?”

  The tall, thin seating host looked at the computer in front of him. “Right now, we’re at an hour wait.”

  Decland leaned over Addison. “Decland Wallace.”

  The host’s eyes lit up as he recognized the name right away. He grabbed two menus with a bare hint of a smile then turned. “Follow me.”

  Addison looked up at Decland with an I-know-what-you-did-there look. Decland just shrugged, motioning for her to follow the host. As she walked in front of him, her shoulders pushed back, her hair bouncing with each step she took. That delicious ass swayed in those tight jeans. He couldn’t help but silently curse her for leaving him with these heavy blue balls. As they walked down the two steps leading to the main seating area, he looked out over the water, the sun glistened off the smooth, glass-like pond. Couples were relaxing in small row boats as they drifted around, talking and laughing.

  Decland felt a sudden jolt in his chest, but it was too late. While he was gazing around not paying attention to where he was going, he ran right into a passing waiter. The contents of the tray the waiter had been carrying fell all over the room with a loud crash. The many patrons fell silent at the smash of breaking dishes. Decland felt himself reeling backward. He reached out and grabbed onto the nearest table to catch his balance but dragged the tablecloth down with him instead.

  “Oh, shit!” he yelled just before his ass hit the ground, followed by the waiter he’d taken out. It was a tangled mess, and when he looked up, the whole restaurant was staring at him. His legs were wrapped up with the poor, smaller waiter’s.

  Addison rushed over to him. “Are y
ou okay?”

  “I think so.” He tried to rise to his feet but ended up planting his hand in crepe that only made him slide farther to the floor.

  Addison started to giggle as she looped her hand under his arm. “Let’s go, big guy, before you hurt yourself.”

  In a flutter of activity, other staff members rushed in to clean up the mess. Decland looked around at the havoc he’d just caused, he was shocked to find all the eyes of the restaurant still on him. When in a situation like this there was only one thing to do… take a bow. He stepped to the side, and in the most dramatic, royal fashion he could think of, he bent at the waist. Addison quickly started clapping. The rest of the restaurant followed suit, clapping and whistling at his folly.

  He waved to the tables as Addison grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the gaping host. “Come on, show stopper. Our host is waiting.”

  His heart raced as he allowed Addison to pull him along. Though he was trying to play it cool, he’d embarrassed the shit out of himself. The host was still gaping at him when he approached. Clearing his throat, Decland motioned for the man to continue on to their seats. Addison’s light chuckle floated across to him, calming him enough that he could feel his stiff shoulders start to relax. He couldn’t help but smile back at her. “Good first date?”

  “It’s been very entertaining so far,” she whispered back as they walked through another set of double doors to an outdoor terrace that sat right on the water.

  The host stopped at a small table for two. “This will be your table, Mr.Wallace.”

  “Thank you.” Though the restaurant was packed, the noise from the inside faded away. Only the sound of moving water, cars in the far off distance and his hammering pulse registered in his mind.

  Addison took the seat opposite him. Rays of sunlight seemed to thread through her hair; her skin held the soft glow of midmorning bliss. As she took her menu, she thanked the waiter, barely blinking up at the man. Even so, Decland saw the waiter’s slight pause as he smiled back at her, watching her the same way Decland was.