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throat.
    “Come on, sweetheart. Say what I want you to say,” he coaxed. His fingers moved deftly over my waistline and before I knew it, he’d unzipped my pants and lowered them to my knees. His fingers caressed me between my legs, sliding through the wetness he’d coaxed out of me. His middle finger found my clit and circled it, slowly, but with purpose. He knew exactly what he was doing.
    “They’ll hear us,” I finally managed out, breathless already. It was scary doing this in the bathroom while his friends were in the next room, but stopping was beyond my capability. I wanted it, the small promise of a climax his fingers said they would deliver.
    But he wasn’t listening. He sunk to his knees. The next moment, I saw stars as he licked his way to my orgasm. But he wouldn’t let me climax. As soon as I would get close, and fireworks would begin to go off, he’d pause. “My name?”
    “Bastard.”
    “Close enough this time. We’ll work on it,” he replied with a large grin. And then his tongue swiped over my clit again and the fireworks all exploded. He rode through my orgasm, until I was gasping for breath and my knees turned to jelly. He caught me as I collapsed, holding me to him while I caught my breath.
    “You play dirty,” I told him.
    “I play to win. See you in the morning, babe. We have a long trip ahead of us.” He grinned widely, and stepped out of the bathroom, shutting the door after him. I was left in the shower, half-clothed and not even nearly fucked. He’d given me a mind-blowing orgasm, and then had walked away like it was nothing. The guy was a mastermind. An evil mastermind.

CHAPTER FOUR
    Dylan
    Walking away from Cadence last night, while she was all tousled and bothered was one of the hardest things I’d ever had to do. Her strawberry blonde hair hung over her face, her chest heaving from the exertion of her climax. I loved every second.
    Maybe I’d let her roll over me over the last few months. Maybe I’d let my fascination and attraction to her supersede my better judgment. Maybe I was just a damn fool.
    Yet, I was still running after her like a hungry puppy. And she was still trying to distance herself, at least from the looks of the GPS locator in my hand, she was. The signal was moving. She was headed for the airport, three hours ahead of the schedule she’d given me.
    I got on my bike, and settled the locator box on the front where I usually docked my mp3 player. As I zipped over Coronado Bridge toward the five, darting between the lanes of traffic, my thoughts strayed from the traffic back to Cadence. Cady and I had a very casual relationship, or that was what we wanted to think, but when you slept with someone regularly—long term—things tended to get complicated and honestly, that was happening. And as soon as she figured out that our relationship was in fact, changing, I was pretty sure she’d bolt like a scared rabbit. Not that I didn’t have my own fears and desire to run like hell from a exclusive relationship, but they weren’t like hers. I’d been perfectly willing to keep it casual before, but now… I wasn’t willing to let her run away anymore.
    I parked my bike at the airport and sent Murphy a quick text to ask him to pick it up later. I’d get him back for the parking another time. The airport wasn’t that busy, which was good. I followed Cadence’s signal through the airport right up to the check-in line. She was at the counter when I found her, so I slid right up next to her and put my arm on her shoulders. “Hello, sweetie.”
    Her eyes widened, and her lips parted like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out of her lips. I grinned at her and plucked the boarding passes in her hand from her. She had two. If she was planning on ditching me, why did she have two of them? I glanced down at them. Tampa? Interesting. I’d kinda expected her to go the other way. What was so special about Tampa? I let out an exaggerated sigh and said,