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Here in Citrus Cove, there was no crazy killer. There were no dead neighbors. And god, did I hope there would be no more nightmares.
“Cameron Harlow, you put me fucking down before I kick you in the balls! Put me down!”
Giving gifts and being prepared for anything were two of my love languages. Not that I was in love with her.
“I do want you. I want you like a garden wants the sun. When I see you, I can’t see anything else. I want you and no one else. Maybe I’ve always wanted you.”
When I finally got to kiss the woman of my dreams, it was going to be perfect. Because after tonight, I’d realized two things. One, Haley was meant to be mine. Two, I was going to spend every waking moment showing her that I was meant to be hers.
“On my knees, sunshine. I’m begging you to let me take you on a picnic and spoil you and for you to let me take a ride in that Corvette.”
“More than you can imagine, sunshine. I might be easygoing, but I’ll put you on your knees and make you beg for my cock like a good girl any day of the week. But only if you want to.”
Being spanked by a hot man wasn’t a replacement for therapy, but it damn sure felt like it at the moment.
“I know it’s 2:00 a.m., but I cook when I’m stressed, so I hope you’re hungry.” “What did you make?” Haley asked. “Everything but the kitchen sink.”
