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could take Cadence on a proper date.”
    “What, like dinner and a movie?” Jessica laughs. “You don’t have to go to the trouble. Fifty bucks and you can fuck her right here.”
    I gasp, and John’s eyes turn angry.
    “I see.” His jaws clench and he looks at me. “Is that why you’re all dressed up?”
    “Jessica, I need to speak to Mr. Cruze alone. I’ll meet you at Charlie’s in a while.” I shove her toward the door.  
    “Sure. Whatever,” she says. “But I’m leaving with or without you at nine.”
    I pull her into a hug. “I’ll see ya.”

 
     
     
     
     

     
     
    When she’s gone, I turn on Cruze. “What the fuck gives you the right to come into my home and—”
    John’s lips smash onto mine. His incredible lips caress and torture, coercing me into loving every second of it. Until I push him away.
    We’re both breathing heavily. A quick glance at the tent in his pants tells me he wants me.
    “Did you really think you could bring me flowers and I’d turn into a pile of goo? I’m not that kind of girl. Flowers don’t do shit for me.”
    “I. Want…” He moves toward me but I step away. “To. Take. Your. Gorgeous. Ass.” He takes another step. “On a goddamned date,” he finally gets out.
    “Yeah, well, I’ve got to work. I need money or else I won’t eat tomorrow. Within a week I won’t have a place to stay. I do what I have to do to survive, you arrogant, cocky asshole.”
    Cruze grinds his teeth together so hard I can hear it. “You don’t know the first thing about me. You’re the arrogant, cocky asshole. If you’d give me the chance I’d let you see just how alike we are.”
    I take a deep breath. “We’re alike? Yeah, this is the hotel room that I’m living in while my fucking mansion is being fixed. And Jessica is my maid. She cleans and cooks for me. Oh, and—”
    “Shut the fuck up. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He lunges for me and wraps his hands around my waist, pulls me against his huge, fully hardened cock. “I’m from Tennessee. I grew up in a trailer park. I never met my father. He drove my mom home from the hospital, told her he was going out for diapers, and never came back. So don’t fucking pretend like you know what my life is like.”
    The tension in my body deflates like a balloon with a hole in it. I’ve been a total bitch. He’s right. I don’t know the first thing about him. I glance up as his beautiful face. “I’m so sorry, Cruze. So fucking sorry. You’re right, I—”
    Cruze’s lips are on mine. Demanding. His tongue claims my mouth and I let out a little moan as hot desire races through my body. He releases my lips and trails kisses down my neck to my collarbones.  “God, Cadence. I’ll never get enough of you.”
    I unzip his pants and kneel in front of him. His skin smells of clean and man and something else. I grab his cock in my hand and swirl my tongue around the tip. He sucks in a breath, places his hands on my head, and wraps his fingers in my hair. I take all of him in, sliding my hand and my mouth up and down his cock. It’s at that moment I realize he isn’t wearing a condom.
    He seems to realize it too. “Cadence?” he says my name like a question.
    Fuck it, I think and I move my mouth up and down.
    “God damn, Cade, your mouth is like Heaven. God. Fuck. Ahhhh.” I feel his orgasm coming. His body is tensing and I’m prepared to swallow, but at the last second he pulls me off, kisses me, and then picks me up. “Which one is yours?” he asks, walking us over to the beds. My legs are wrapped around his hips. I’m kissing his chest, moving my fingers over every part of his hot body.
    I pause and look back. “There,” I say, directing him. He kneels on the bed and bends over so my back touches the rumpled comforter.
    Cruze moves so his cock is situated between my legs and gently presses my knees open. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, licks two of his fingers, and sticks them