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The most annoying thing about men is they always assume that you actually give a damn what they’re talking about.
I cough, attempting to hide a laugh at her sass. It’s kind of funny when it isn’t aimed my way. It doesn’t make me dislike her any less, but it is mildly entertaining, at least.
“She’s too smart,” I remark off-handedly. “There’s not enough smoke I could blow up her ass to make her believe the whole small business speech. It’s too last-minute. She’d be onto me immediately.”
To love is to be vulnerable. I’ve never been very good at being vulnerable.
“I’m leaving. The two of you aren’t allowed to fuck in my office,” I growl. I hear Beck’s laugh from behind me. “Maybe we already have, Hunter.”
“You can do a lot of things. It doesn’t mean you should have to.” And with that, he begins to lead the way toward something that’s caught his eye.
Her mouth hangs open, and I hate that the first thing that pops into my mind is how fun it would be to shove my cock in it. Her tongue is a perfect shade of pink. It’d look hot as fuck licking cum from my shaft.
“One last chance, shortcake. Tell me who you’re sending them to.” “Why? So you can laugh with them?” “No, so I can tell them to lose your fucking number.”
“I’m thinking of doing something incredibly fucking stupid.” “Like?” “Like tasting that sharp tongue of yours. I can’t help but wonder if your insults won’t bother me as much if I get to taste them.”
“Because your body is so perfect, one day I’ll have to recreate it with clay so I can admire it forever.”
“I’m an asshole and don’t deserve to taste you the way I just did. It was perfect and you’re perfect and I’m not perfect and fuck, Pippa, why did it have to feel that way with you?”
“But I want more of this. More of you. More of us. And unless you want to, I don’t have anything to hide. I want you, shortcake. In an intense, ferocious way I’ve never wanted anyone else.” Another deep breath in. “And it’s actually really fucking unnerving.”
“Yours. That’s what I am,” he whispers. “And you don’t have to tell me your name. It’s mine.”
“You’d charter a private jet for my best friend so I can go back to giving you a blow job?” My frown turns into a smile. “Yes.” She closes the distance between us, wrapping her arms around my middle and looking up at me with a smile. “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me,” she teases.
“Well, those things you were told were wrong. In fact, if you see her walking a little funny today, it’s from me.”
Tears fall down my cheeks. I’m sad for Camden as a child. The one who just needed to be shown love. I cry for the man that child turned into. The one who believes no one could ever actually love him.
“I didn’t know love until I knew you. And I’m trying to figure it out because I want to do better—be better—for you. But I can’t do that if you won’t let me. There’s nothing I can say if you want to give up the second things get hard. But I do love you. I love you in a way that consumes me. You’re my every thought, every dream, my entire being. I love you so much that it fucking hurts you think I wouldn’t do anything, give up anything, to make us work.”
