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where will you sleep, Scarlet Anne? With him? It’s disgraceful! Promise me you’ll sleep in separate bedrooms,” she practically shrieks.
    “Oh hush, Caity,” my father says, rising from the table along with Holt. “It’s not like you don’t write bedroom scenes every day of the week, even if they are pure fantasy. You sure as hell haven’t warmed my bed in a long, long time.”
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    “You bought this car today… for me?” I ask as we leave my parents and drive to the Jaguar dealership so Holt can pick up his truck.
    “I picked it up today, I ordered it for you the day after you went to Atlanta. Can’t say why, I knew you’d gone back to your ex, I suppose it was something to hold onto, to hope for.”
    “I need to get my things from the duplex, all the packed boxes have already been sent to my parents’ house, but I have one or two pieces of luggage. I could drive out to your place in the morning….” I say when we park beside his truck and stupid tears prick at the edges of my eyes, I’m not sure I can bear to be away from him for another night.
    “I’ll follow you to the duplex and we’ll get whatever you need,” he says, leaning over and running his thumb across my bottom lip before lowering his lips to mine as he kisses the fear away. “I’m not done with you, beauty, not sure I ever will be. You lead the way and I’ll follow in my truck.”
    “Good, okay,” I say and I swear to God I nearly come when he gives me that heart-melting grin.
    I drive fast, way too fast , which will probably piss him off and I’ll have to hear about, but who gives a fuck? Not me, let him tie me up and spank me, punish me with pleasure, I want that so bad that it’s weird and unreal! I don’t know why I think he would, he’s never lifted a hand to me, never even used the damn rope, just freaking refused to tie me up! I know he wanted to, the look in his eyes when I even mentioned the rope, FUCK , explosively green. Like a forest on fire, lit up and blazing, on the edge of ruin, dark and dangerous, and so hot I could go up in flames just staring into their deep-emerald depths. I’ve been dreaming about those eyes moving over me in that special way he has, no nonsense, ‘let’s fuck this girl so good that she’ll stay fucked’ but adoring at the same time, like I’m a goddess, a gift, a treasure he’s discovered. I’m swerving, speeding, so anxious I can’t think of anything but HIM, his enormous body, his heat and hardness, those massive, calloused hands splayed across my breasts, my ass, stroking my pussy, rough and then tender, and every inch of my skin is tingling, humming DEMANDING his attention.
    “You drove too fast, it’s a wonder you didn’t have a wreck,” he says as I park and step out of the car.
    “I know, but I….”
    He sweeps me up like some medieval warrior claiming his prize, slings me across his shoulder and I’m shocked and speechless as he marches to the front door and turns so I can reach out my hand and turn the key in the lock. I drop the keys when he steps inside and bends forward so that I slide down his body until my feet hit the ground.
    “I’m sorry….” I say as he slams the door and holds me at arm’s length.
    “Hush, I don’t want to hear that you’re sorry. I want to hear you begging me to fuck you, and I wanna fuck you so hard that you’ll beg me to stop. It’s gonna be quick and dirty, Scarlet, I’ll go slow and easy next time. My cock has been aching all fucking day, watching you in your pretty white dress, your fucking eyes begging and coaxing, your sweet, sweet pussy riding my fingers, thinking of how wet you must have been sitting next to me and your family without your panties. I’m sorry, beauty, but this time is for me, I’ll take care of you later,” he says, his voice is rough-edged and harsh, his eyes are positively predatory, and I press my thighs together and, just like that, I’m on the edge of a toe-curling orgasm.
    He yanks my dress