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inside. “And so fucking wet.” He bends over and gently licks my clit. Suckles it, softly at first and then harder.
    I moan. “Fuck, Cruze. Don’t stop.” He eases another finger inside and moves them in and out slowly, methodically, and he licks and suckles my clit.
    “God, I’m going to come.” I shudder all over his fingers, but he doesn’t stop. He slows down a little, kisses around my clit and breathes on it, warming it. After a few seconds he starts up again, sucking harder, moving faster. My body immediately responds and I feel another orgasm building. “Fuck, Cruze. I want your cock inside me.”
    “I don’t have a condom. Do you?”
    “My purse,” I say between pants. Then, “Fuck it. I want you inside me now.”
    Cruze doesn’t hesitate. He pulls his fingers out and rams his cock deep into my wet pussy, harder and harder. His fingers find my tits and grab and squeeze my nipples.
    We’re breathing together in unison. Fast.
    “Cade, you feel so good. Oh, God, I’m going to come.” He thrusts in one more time and I feel his orgasm deep inside. His finger assaults my clit as he slides in and out of my pussy slowly. I grab my tits and squeeze as another orgasm consumes my body.
    There’s a little sweat on Cruze’s brow. He’s still fully dressed, except his pants are around his ankles.
    I smile. “Can we do that again?”
    He laughs. “Absolutely. After I take your divine ass to dinner.”

 
     
     
     
     

     
     
    “Sure, let me get cleaned up real fast.”
    She walks into the bathroom and I check out the room that she shares with the other girl, Jessica. The place is tiny, but homey.
    My phone rings and I look at the number. It isn’t one I recognize, but I answer it anyway.
    “This is John Cruze.”
    “Don’t say a word. Just listen.”
    “Who is this?” I ask.
    “Good God, you fucking stink at taking direction.”
    “Zane,” I breathe.
    “Listen, there’s a couple of things you need to know and I’m going to say them quick. Cadence had a brother. He died. She’s dealing with that and can’t give him a funeral or truly mourn for him until she’s given a check I wrote her.”
    “Shit.”
    “Exactly. On top of that, she’s now the controlling partner in my production company. She’s smart and can catch on, but you need to help her. If you don’t, I’ll make good on my threat and make sure you never work in this town again, got it?”
    “Yeah, I got it.”
    Cadence comes out of the bathroom and I turn away.
    “Take care of her. Treat her like the most exquisite gift you’ll ever receive because that’s what she is and if you don’t I’ll find out. The consequences won’t be good.”
    “Alright, thanks for calling, Denise,” I say, hoping the asshole will understand that I’m with Cadence.
    “She’s there. Fine. Remember what I said.” He hangs up and I turn around. Cadence has a strange look on her face.
    “Who was that?” she asks as though she knows it was Zane, even though her knowing is absolutely impossible.
    “Denise,” I say, my voice sounding lame.
    “Oh.” She smiles and I really look into her eyes. I can see the sadness.
    “Did you still want to go to dinner?” she asks.
    I put on my acting face. “You better fucking believe it.”

 
     
     
     
     

     
     
    The funeral services are sweet and simple. The gravestone Cadence picked out is tasteful. When they lower Travis’s body into the ground, only Cadence and John are there. Those who knew Travis are all addicts.
    John has an arm around her waist. Protective. And a surge of jealousy rages through my body. That should be me, I think.
    Cadence is wearing a knee length black dress. Her hair is pulled up in a chignon, and she has on minimal makeup. Even dressed so simply, she’s beautiful. Sad, yes. But beautiful.
    I want to reach out and hug her. Kiss her wet cheeks and tell her everything will be okay. Hug her and tell her that I love her more than my own life, but I can’t.
    The life