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pressing against my belly.  
    “I can’t.”
    “ Why? ”
    “Addie, we’re friends. We can’t—”
    I drop my hands from his shoulders to his waist, suddenly thankful for all the time I’ve spent with stylists choosing tuxedos for Flynn. I know exactly how to quickly gain access to what I want. And dear sweet baby Jesus, he’s commando under there, and the cock that falls into my hand is long and thickand hard, the biggest I’ve ever felt. My mouth waters at the thought of taking it inside me.
    I tighten my grip and stroke him, learning how he likes it by the way he reacts.
    He keeps his hands on my face, as if he’s afraid to touch any other part of me, but his forehead lands on mine. His breathing is rough and choppy, and his lips hover close to mine. “What’re you doing?” he asks, soundingdesperate and needy, just the way I want him.
    “I’m doing what I’ve wanted to do for so long. Tell me you want me, too.”
    “Addison…”
    I drag my thumb over the tip of his cock, letting it slide through the moisture that’s gathered there. “Tell me, Hayden.”
    His lips come down on mine, hard and demanding.
    I open my mouth to his tongue. This, this, this is what I want. He is what I want. My eyesare wide open to his many faults. He’s a difficult, moody bastard when he wants to be, but I’m crazy about him anyway.  
    Because I’m paying such close attention, I’m aware of the exact second his control snaps. His hands fall from my face to my shoulders to tear at the straps holding up my designer gown. The kiss turns savage as he pulls at the fabric until it gives way, the seams popping. Mybreasts spring free of the tight confines of the bodice, and I want to cry from the sweet relief and the wild excitement of his reaction to me.
    The heat of his hands on my sensitive flesh sears me. His cock gets harder and longer in my hand, feeding the fire that burns between my legs. I have never wanted anything more than I want him inside me. Right now.
    I keep my lips pressed against hiswhen I say, “Bed. Now.”  
    He hesitates, and I worry my two little words took him out of the moment long enough to remember why he thinks this is a bad idea. How could anything that feels this good be a bad idea? I believe this will turn out to be the best idea I’ve ever had. He rallies, turning me toward the bedroom, which is when I remember that he lived here for a short time, while his placein town was being renovated, before he bought the Malibu house.  
    Keeping his hands on my hips, he steers me through the dark space to the master bedroom at the end of the hallway. I turn on the bedside lamp because I’ve waited too long for this to do it in the dark. In the soft glow of the light, he zeroes in on my bare breasts. Before we pick up where we left off, I want him naked. I unbuttonthe black vest he wears over a crisp white shirt. Still afraid he might change his mind, I work quickly to uncover his broad, muscular chest and abdomen.
    Silently, he turns me to unzip my dress. That’s when I begin to believe this is actually going to happen. He’s not going to change his mind. Laying his hands on my back, he slides them down to my waist, leaving a trail of fire and taking thedress with him. I help him along by shimmying out of the tight dress and look up in time to see his cool blue eyes go hot when he sees the thong I’m wearing.  
    I push his pants over his hips, and he kicks them off along with his shoes and socks.  
    Dear God, he’s beautiful. I always knew he would be, but the reality takes my breath away. Taking him by the hand, I sit on the edge of the bed andlie back, hoping he’ll accept my engraved invitation to take whatever he wants from me. For a brief, paralyzing second, he seems uncertain and torn.  
    We can’t have that. “Hayden.” I give his hand a little tug, and he comes down on top of me, resting that magnificent cock on my pubic bone. Holy shit, this is happening. I want to take a minute