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His hand moves to my neck, fingers threading into my hair as he tilts my head back to where he wants me. I open my mouth just as he wraps his lips around the bottle of bourbon. He drinks from it, shifts over my waiting mouth, and then spits. He doesn’t let me savor it. He barely lets me swallow before his lips capture mine again. The bourbon dribbles down the sides of my mouth as I wrap my arms around his shoulders, gasping when he pulls me up onto the bar top and my ass settles on the cool, dark oak. He rakes his fingers down my back, pulling me toward the edge of the bar as I run my
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“Been wanting to taste you again. So fucking badly.”
He wraps his hand behind my neck, pulling me toward him. “There’s something about kissing this perfect mouth of yours that drives me wild.” With his lips slick with my arousal and a bourbon chaser, he kisses me again. Fuck, I want more.
“You’ve ruined bourbon for me now,” he says playfully. “I hope you realize that.”
“Keep looking at me like that, Peach. That’s it.” He wets his lips with his tongue. “Tell me you want me. I need to hear it.”
“you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“I won’t be the same man after
“Oh my god,” I moan.
He smiles up at me. “Yeah, Peach, I can be that for you too.”
“I’m going to need to fuck you now. Please tell me I can.”
“Such a good boy, Foxx, remembering to say please.”
“I just wanted some clarity so I didn’t end up killing a man for touching someone who’s starting to feel like mine.”
My eyes widen as my heart stutters. “Yours?”
He looks down his chest at me and lets out a lazy smile. “I can still taste you, Peach. My cock is fucking hard all over again just thinking about how well your pussy treated him. How I know exactly when to roll my hips so I can hit that spot just right...
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“How do you like your bourbon?”
I can’t help but bark out a laugh and then nip at his lip. “Any way you want to give it to me, Foxx.”
Lincoln Foxx should have never been part of the equation. I came back to do a job. To bail out my sister. And now all of it feels like a lie. A half-truth that I told myself because vulnerability makes people weak. I could be a lot of things, but his couldn’t be one of them. Could it?
I like how that sounds—my girl. Looking down the bleachers, I watch the beautiful woman who’s breezed into my life all over again and think . . . mine.
“You’re so fucking sexy right now. Are you about to show all these people that I’m yours, Peach?”
“I haven’t wanted anyone the way I want you. It’s reckless, and I don’t have an explanation about why or how. I just know that I like the way you make me feel.”
“You make me feel like I don’t need to pretend when I’m around you. That I can be exactly who I am without being anything other than a man infatuated with a beautiful woman.”
“Tell me what you want. I’ll do anything you beg me for right now.”
My chest warms as I smile. “I protect what’s mine, Maggie. And that includes Faye now.”
His ocean eyes are focused on the only thing he sees: me.
I started falling in love with Faye Calloway on the edge of a cornfield, on a stage, over a bottle of bourbon, and every time she’s been in my arms since.
“You show up for your family and the people you care about, and that’s always been what love looks like to me. You are what love looks like to me.”
With Lincoln Foxx, it feels bigger than a simple word like love. When I’m with him, it feels like home.
