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  As he leaned into her, he pushed her into the wall, kicked her legs open wider and dove one of his fingers into her. The moment he started pumping it in and out, she knew it wouldn’t be long until she came on his experienced hand. But this wasn’t about her; it was about him. She wanted it to be about him. The sound of her heart racing pounded in her ears as she began stroking him harder and faster. A small tear drop of liquid formed at the tip of his cock. She paused, using her thumb to spread the liquid over the engorged head. He moaned into her ear as he ran kisses up and down her neck, adding a second finger to delve deeper into her.

  When his thumb began rubbing circles over her clit, her hips began a slow rocking motion as he pumped his fingers faster. Addison matched his pace, jerking him off in sync with his fingers pushing into her. She could feel the slow build of her orgasm begin to blossom deep within.

  “Oh, fuck, I feel you squeezing my fingers.” His cock jerked widely in her stroking grip. She moaned as wetness flooded between her legs, her muscles beginning to clench on him. Still, he kept going. Their breath seemed to mingle together as the pleasured themselves, her hand pumping up and down harder on him. Incredibly, his cock thickened even more.

  The door vibrated behind her head as a large fist slammed into it. “C’mon, bro, I got to go.”

  Decland grit his teeth. “Go the fuck away,” he yelled through the door.

  This time, the knocking came harder. “Yo, for real, I got to go.”

  Decland sighed. Addison’s hand faltered as she slowed. He leaned into her. “Don’t stop,” he whispered as he slammed his fist into the door. “Go away!” he bellowed.

  Addison could hear the man cursing as he walked back down the hallway. “We don’t have much more time left.” She pumped her hand faster, the muscles in her arm burning with every stroke.

  Decland leaned back and reached for a wad of paper towel, placing it in her hand. “Here, you’re going to need this.”

  His fingers massaged every part of her. Her overly sensitive clit was a button that he kept pressing. The muscles in her body went ridged as her orgasm slammed into her. She exploded around his fingers. The relentless pace he was finger fucking her never faltered as her inner muscles began milking him for more.

  “Fuck, Addison, you’re so beautiful.”

  With a deep growl, his back arched as his cock started to pulse in her hand. She quickly placed the towel over him as the warmth of his hot jets of cum shot into her hand. He nearly collapsed into her as the last few spasms of his pleasure rolled through his body. Their chests heaved heavily as they leaned up against each other, breathless, both with hands covered in the others’ orgasm. Decland stepped back, tucking himself back into his pants.

  As he fixed his disheveled appearance, he looked her up and down with heavy-lidded eyes. “Do you know how hard I’ve been since I saw you?”

  “No, tell me,” she whispered as she tossed the defiled paper towel away and began to straighten her skirt.

  “My balls were starting to turn purple.” He stepped in closer to her and cupped her face gently. As he leaned in to touch his lips to hers, she realized this would be their first real kiss. His lips brushed hers tenderly, seeking permission. She could feel herself softening toward him. His firm mouth then took possession of her, commanding that she yield to him. His tongue slid lightly into her mouth, seeking a response. As she opened her lips tentatively brushing her tongue against his, the passion flared between them. Like being in a cage, she was surrounded by his muscular arms as he wound them around her body, pulling her in closer like he was holding on for dear life. Just as she’d begun to let go, he stepped away, his thumb touching his lip briefly. “You’re going to be the death of my balls, Addison Tyler.”

  She sighed. “No, Decland, I won’t. Because this can’t keep happening.”

  He straightened, squared his shoulders toward her, challenging her with his eyes. “Then I guess I have my work cut out for me.”

  “This isn’t a game.”

  “This is the best kind of game, and I fully intend to win.” His body seemed to take up the whole room as he boxed her in with his arms, placing his hands on the door behind her. He brushed a quick kiss across her lips before stepping back to open the door for her. “You go first. I’ll wait here and then go in a couple minutes.”

  She nodded as she breezed past him, a sharp sting coming down on her backside. She looked up at him in shock. He chuckled deep in his throat. “Like that, did you?”

  Heat flooded her cheeks, but rather than answer that loaded question, she headed back toward her table. As she rushed down the dark hallway, her mind was a whirl of confusion. Trying to calm down, she quickly slid into the booth across from Neely, grabbed her drink and took a sip.

  Neely eyed her cautiously. “Are you okay? I thought I was going to have to send out a search party.”

  “I’m fine,” she answered quickly. Am I really fine? No… not at all. Decland Wallace had officially became her favorite bed partner, and she hadn’t even had him in a bed yet.

  Yet? As she thought about it, she knew this little infatuation wasn’t nearly over.

  “You look strange. Like you just did something wrong.”

  Addison shrugged, not willing to answer the question.

  Neely squealed. “You did do something wrong!” Addison shrank back into the chair with a slight nod. A large grin nearly split Neely’s face in half. “Oh, my God. You did something wrong in the bathroom, didn’t you?”

  Again, she nodded as she looked down at her drink, unable to meet Neely’s eye. Neely reached across the table grabbing her hand. Addison peeked up at her feeling like her world was out of control, but when she met her friend’s eyes, she knew she understood completely.

  Neely squeezed her hand and sighed. “I’m proud of you.”

  Addison jaw dropped in shock. “What?”

  “You need to let go and live a little. After everything you went through with Jason, you deserve to have some fun.”

  “Maybe.”

  “No maybes about it. You need this.” She hesitated, choosing her words wisely. “Just watch yourself. Don’t get hurt.”

  “I won’t.” Addison was determined to keep feelings out of this. What she and Decland had was purely physical, she was sure of it… Well, almost sure.

  Neely let go of her hand. “Good, so are we staying or calling it a night?”

  She was a lightweight—always had been—but for some reason, tonight she didn’t care. “Get your boy’s attention. We’re just getting started.”

  “Thata girl.” Neely snapped her fingers for her newest admirer.

  Chapter 10

  Addison stumbled out of Torrino, dragging Neely behind her. “Let’s go, sister. You need a cab.”

  Neely looked at her with squinty eyes as she clutched her hand. “I got this, hooker.” Placing two fingers in her mouth, she took a deep breath then let go of a high-pitched whistle. Not even a second later, a taxi came to a screeching halt in front of them.

  Neely clung to Addison’s hand as she plopped into the back seat of the taxi. “Are you sure you don’t need a ride?”

  “Nah, I’m good. It’s only a couple of blocks.”

  Neely looked her up and down slowly. “Okay, but text me when you get home.”

  “Will do, boss.” She pushed the door closed, forcing Neely to slide farther back into the cab.

  As Addison turned to leave, she heard the window slide down. “Byeeeeee, call me later.” Neely was hanging out the window, waving like she was on a ship about to leave port.

  Her steps faltered as the world tilted. When she stopped and put her hand out for balance, she came in contact with something warm and unforgiving. Before she looked up, she knew it was him. “Why are you always around? Ugh,” she groaned as she started to walk away. “I saw you leave an hour ago.”

  He silently fell into step beside her, guiding her around obstacles as she walked. Addison paused, yanking her hand out of his gr
asp. “What is it with you?” she slurred as she smacked his hand away. “Dominant man.”

  He smiled down at her. “I didn’t leave. I waited outside for you to come out.”

  “Why would you do that?” For the life of her, she didn’t know why she was so annoyed with him for being a good guy. In her drunken haze, the only thing she could focus on was being involved with Decland Wallace, which pissed her off. As a self-employed powerhouse, she didn’t want to act like a typical girl with a crush. Even when he wasn’t there, he flooded her thoughts. When she tried to drink him out of her mind for one night, he shows up like a knight in shining armor. That irritated her even more.

  “You’ve had quite a bit to drink tonight. I thought I might offer you a ride.” He motioned to the black Bentley Continental sitting across the street.

  Addison huffed as she started walking. “I think I’ll walk. And so what if I’ve had a few drinks?”

  “So, I’d prefer if you didn’t get yourself mugged on the way home.” He followed as she wobbled her way down the block.

  “You don’t even know where my home is.” Addison stopped and whirled around on the sidewalk as she looked up at the building. “Um… apparently neither do I,” she muttered as she started to walk in the opposite direction.

  Before she’d taken another step, Decland had caught up with her. “I thought I’d allow you to show me the way.”

  “Like hell. I can take myself home.”

  Suddenly, she was pulled to a stop. She could feel Decland’s warm hands surrounding her shoulders. Bending down, he came eye-to-eye with her; her mind went blank as she became lost in that sea of deep green. The hard line to his jaw showed he was determined to have his way. “Instead of giving me a hard time the whole way home, why don’t you just say, ‘Okay, Decland, you can walk me, so I get home safely and don’t get murdered on the way’?”

  As he dropped his hands, the cool air seemed to rush to where his fiery touch had just been. He straightened his jacket and clenched his teeth, clearly annoyed that she’d given him such a hard time. He turned, silently offering his arm to her. Was he for real? Addison rolled her eyes as she slid her hand into the crook of his elbow.

  A triumphant smile spread across his face. “Was that so difficult?”

  Choosing to ignore him, she felt her lips tilt up slightly. “Onward, boss man.” She pointed down the street toward the direction of her house.

  ***

  By the time they’d gotten to her house, the alcohol had hit her hard. Her brain was swimming, and all she wanted to do was close her eyes and sleep it off. Each step was getting more difficult; hell, she even stepped on Decland’s toes a couple of times. Each time he flinched was a bit satisfying. Serves him right for being so bossy. Finally, they’d reached her brownstone. She’d been digging through her purse for several minutes when he finally snagged the damn thing out of her hand, reached in and fished out the keys.

  “You’re kind of good at this.”

  As he tried yet another key to open the door, he didn’t bother looking up. “Good at what? Getting keys to work? If that’s the case, you might be mistaken since the door isn’t quite open yet.”

  “No, I mean this whole seduction thing,” she blurted out. Her words tumbled together in a rush as she clung to the railing, trying not to fall over.

  He paused to look at her. “Am I seducing you right now?”

  “Nooooooo, silly, but you’ve got that thing.” She motioned to his body wildly with her hands.

  He chuckled. “What thing?”

  “That fuckable bastard thing.” She slapped a hand to her mouth the second the words popped out. Laughter bubbled up her throat. Oh, shit! Yep, I said that.

  “Excuse me?” His dark eyebrows arched in surprise.

  “You know, that come-fuck-me look. The black hair, light eyes, a body made for doing naughty things with.”

  Finally, the door clicked open. Decland swept his arm to the side allowing Addison to pass. He gave her a cocky, shit-eating grin. “No, I hadn’t realized I was a fuckable bastard.”

  “You need to start paying better attention.” Suddenly, the room tilted. Addison reached out, holding the wall until things evened out long enough for her to toss her purse on to the table in the foyer. Her beautiful, new charcoal clutch skidded across the table and landed on the floor, spilling the contents everywhere. She slid down the wall, spreading out on the floor staring at the mess she’d just made. “Fuck me.”

  “I’ve got it.” He kneeled down and began tossing the contents back into her tiny clutch. When he picked up the little packet of pills, he held them up eyeing them carefully. “I hope these are for just in case and not for a steady boyfriend.”

  She could feel his gaze boring into her as he waited for a response. Even so, she lay there not willing to answer, wanting him to squirm the way she did every time she was around him.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She propped herself up against the wall. The cool tiles felt amazing under her ass.

  “Yes, I would.”

  Addison refused to answer, probably because she couldn’t remember the question. The cold tiles beckoned as she slid lower to the floor. She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and just let the coolness seep into her skin.

  ***

  “Addison. Addison, come on. Wake up. We need to get you upstairs.” Decland brushed his hand against her soft skin.

  A low groan came from her lips as she mumbled, “Nooo, I don’t need a fuckable bastard.”

  I really have to get her to stop calling me that. Fuckable, okay, but why bastard?

  Her vacant eyes opened slightly. “Noooo,” she whined. “Go ’way,” she slurred, lifting her arms, feebly trying to bat his hands away.

  He scoffed. “Not a chance. You’re hammered.”

  “So?” she whined. Her movements were slow and slightly clumsy as she tried to rise up onto her arms.

  As he stood over her watching her attempts to get herself up he couldn’t help but chuckle. With a smile, he took pity on her, knowing he’d get satisfaction out of the next moments he was about to spend with her. He bent lower, circled his arms under her knees and back, easily lifting her off the floor. Addison’s head fell onto his shoulder. She let out a small sigh and cuddled closer to him. Chocolate waves of hair fell loosely across his shoulder as the smell of vanilla and peach enveloped him. His fingers twitched with the urge to touch the soft locks. He stood holding her close, loving the feeling of her body against his, cherishing the warmth of her scent lingering on his clothing. He inhaled deeply, trying to embed this situation into his memory. Not knowing where to put her, he headed straight for the stairs that led to the second floor. The need to tiptoe overwhelmed him. The silence of the house greeted each of his steps across the hardwood flooring of the stairs.

  Once he reached the second floor, he turned for the first door he reached. Quickly opening it, he hoped to find a bedroom, but instead, nearly dumped Addison into a linen closet. “Dammit.”

  He turned to the next door over. Pushing it open, he walked right into a classic bathroom complete with vintage subway tiles, claw-foot soaker tub and pedestal sink. He grunted, annoyed that he couldn’t find a soft place to put her down. As he approached the next door, he cursed under his breath. If it was another closet, he was going back downstairs and putting her on a couch. As the door swung open, he sighed with relief to find a spacious bedroom. A four-poster bed sat across from the door on the opposing wall, covered in lush bedding that looked like she’d be lying on a cloud. The pillows were stacked up against the dark cherry wood headboard. As he walked in, his footsteps were muffled by vintage white shag carpeting.

  He placed Addison in the center of the bed. He reached out tentatively to brush away the wild curls from her face. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest captured his attention. He stood watching her, observing the way her eyelashes fanned out on her cheeks. Though he held himself back only allowing his fingers to brush her cheek, he wa
nted nothing more than to climb in next to her and curl his body around hers, holding her while she slept.

  Her eyes peeked open at his touch. “Hmm, you’ve come to have me.”

  A soft chuckle escaped him. “Not quite.”

  Her tongue slid over her plump lips. “Pity.” She sighed and cuddled into the pillows surrounding her.

  Even in her state of drunkenness, there was something cute about the way her words slurred, the way her hair was wild yet sexy. Even her disheveled clothing still looked like a million bucks. “Yes, it is. But I prefer my partner conscious.”

  Her eyes fluttered as she whispered, “I am conscious.”

  “Able to participate then,” he amended.

  “You want my full attention.” She sat up awkwardly. “You got it.”

  Her light gray blouse hung open, revealing a white lace bra that barely contained her breasts. A tangle of curls framed her face, her half-lidded eyes looked about ready to devour him on the spot. Decland took a step toward the bed, his hands resting on his hips. “While I can’t wait to bury my cock into that tight little cunny of yours,” he whispered as he leaned in, grabbed the back of her head and ran his tongue up the side of her neck, “now is not the time.” His lips were nearly touching hers. He let her go, knowing that she would want more. Knowing that she would demand it.

  “Such a tease.” She fell back into the pillows with a sigh.

  “I’m the tease? I was hard for hours after your little show this afternoon.”

  “Good,” she mumbled quietly. Her breath began to even out as if she’d fallen asleep.

  “Addison?”

  He was answered with silence as she rolled onto her side, her gray skirt riding up almost as high as it had been this afternoon. His cock began to lengthen in his pants as he stood, watching her get comfortable. He knew this woman was a complicated creature and had a lot to lose by getting involved with him. Still, he couldn’t help but crave just one more time with her and her wanton body. Just one more night should satisfy them both. Surely, that would kill his curiosity and hers. As he turned to leave, he decided there were a few things he needed to do. Tomorrow, there would be no holding back.