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  Her face broke into a wide smile. “I really want you. But there is no guarantee that you’ll call me tomorrow, which scares me.”

  “What if I stay and I don’t leave until tomorrow?” I suggested.

  “Your new dog?” She laughed.

  “Oh yeah, I do have to go home to see her and make sure she’s good,” I said, and then I nodded, moving my nose along hers. “I can guarantee you I’ll call tomorrow.”

  She slowly moved out of my arms, shaking her head. “Again, I’ve heard that one.”

  At that moment, I decided I wanted to kill the fucker who had hurt her. I wanted to say something, some line, though I wasn’t sure what. I hadn’t had a girl reject me as hard as Bo was, and I think that was what was holding me up. Women loved me. I was irresistible. Yet I understood what she was saying. I got it… I just didn’t like it. When my phone vibrated in my pocket, probably with an email, a light bulb went off in my head. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my phone and held it out to her.

  She looked down at it and then back at me as I said, “Take it. My life is in this electronic device, and when I come back for you, I’ll pick it up.”

  She blinked. “What?”

  “You said you need a guarantee. Here it is,” I said, reaching for her arms the best I could with my bad hand before placing my phone in her hand. “It’s unlocked. I have nothing to hide. I think there are some videos, so get some popcorn and watch the show. If you’re still moving once I’m done with you.”

  She gasped as she glanced back up at me. “You’re serious?”

  I nodded. “I know for a fact Sweetie and I are going to come by tomorrow to go hang out on the beach with you. You can give it to me then.” She was speechless, just the way I liked her. Reaching for her by cupping the back of her neck, I brought her in, our mouths so close that all I had to do was dip a little and I’d be kissing her, but I wanted to hear her consent.

  “Let me take you to bed, Bocephus Jane St. James.”

  She let out a long breath, her eyes burning into mine as she rested her hands against my chest. The top of my phone, still clenched in her fist, dug into my pec, but I wasn’t moving. I was trapped by her beautiful gaze. Her seductive lips.

  Her.

  All of her.

  Bo.

  Or that long-ass name she had, either way.

  “I thought you just take what you want?” she asked breathlessly.

  “You’re right, I do. But with you, I want you to want to give it to me. It means more that way.”

  As the silence stretched between us, I wasn’t sure what was happening.

  But there was no stopping it.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Bo

  I couldn’t say no if I’d wanted.

  Thank God I didn’t have to.

  Crashing my mouth to his, I dropped his phone and slid my fingers into his hair. As we kissed, we moved into the apartment. The door slammed shut as his fingers bit into the small of my back. He clung to me, my center pressed against his thick, hard cock. Gasping against his mouth, I couldn’t believe I had given in, but then, who was I kidding? I tried. I really did. It just didn’t work.

  I wanted him.

  And my heart, well, it would just have to wait and see what happened.

  “You are so fucking beautiful,” he said as we pulled apart.

  If it was a line, I didn’t care. I felt fucking beautiful. Reaching for his hand, I bit into my bottom lip as I wobbled backward, the boot on my foot making my sexy seductive walk a little harder than I was used to. He drank me in, his eyes traveling over my body as he took hold of his cock through his shorts. He shook his head. “I’m gonna blow right here.”

  “Don’t,” I whispered. I opened my bedroom door and brought him inside.

  He reached for me and pulled my tank over my body. “Fucking hell. No bra? You should have told me that earlier,” he groaned, taking my right breast in his hand. “This sucks with one hand. When I’m healed, I need a redo with these babies.”

  A giggle escaped my lips. He brought me to bed, sitting down before drawing me into his lap. His cock was so hard. Taking my breast in his hand, he nibbled at my nipple, running his tongue along it, taking his time tasting my whole breast. I expected this to be fast, but apparently, I was very wrong.

  His mouth still hot against my nipple, he traced the outside of my pussy through my shorts with his fingers. I was sure he could feel that I was dripping wet. I was hot everywhere. My breathing was out of control. He bit into my tit, and I threw my head back. I cried out as he ran his fingers up and down my pussy lips through my shorts.

  “Gus, stop. Let me take them off.”

  He shook his head against my nipple. “No.”

  Oh fuck, I was going to die.

  I arched into his hand and threw my head back as he pressed his fingers into my clit, flicking his tongue along my nipple with feverous need. When he stopped, I moaned, but then he drew my back to his chest before reaching inside my shorts. He cupped my pussy with his strong fingers. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

  I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even breathe. I let my head fall back on his shoulder as he swirled his fingers inside my lips. When he found my clit, he rubbed it ever so slowly. “I want to suck you in my mouth, Bo. This right here,” he said, pressing his finger against my clit.

  I gasped and arched toward him.

  “I want it in my mouth,” he demanded. “Now.”

  Before I could even agree, he pushed me back onto the bed and tried to rip my shorts off. They snagged on my boot. He tried to free them, but it was no use—they stuck to the Velcro. “This boot is going to be the death of me.” He laughed as he freed the shorts.

  All I could do was giggle. It was silly and stupid, but it was hot. I was exposed and ready for him, but he stopped, trailing kisses up my leg as he undid my other shoe. “I want you completely naked, except for good ole bootie, there.”

  I laughed as he threw my shoe to the ground before kissing his way back up my leg, thigh, and then around my pussy. Moving a finger around my lips, he looked up at me as my whole body shook with need. “Do the curtains match the drapes?”

  I shot him a look. “Really?”

  He chuckled. “I have to know. Tell me. No fair—you shave!”

  I rolled my eyes. “I’m not telling you.”

  He took that as a challenge before he slowly lowered his mouth to me. “Yet.”

  Fuck, I was already about to come and he hadn’t even touched me yet. But when he did, oh Lord, everything just stopped. He traced my lips with his tongue and, when he found it, loved my clit with the patience of a saint. I was shaking, my whole body in fits as he devoured my pussy, licking every inch of it. When he started to fuck me with his tongue, I lifted my legs over his shoulders, careful not to kick him with that stupid boot. Not that I thought he would notice. He was consuming me. Not leaving a single inch of me untasted. He slid his fingers inside me, fucking me fast and hard, his mouth still working my clit. Both movements had me undone within seconds. His name fell from my lips in sounds I had never heard myself make before.

  He lifted his head before kissing my belly and then my chest. He found my breast and settled his weight on top of me. I welcomed the feel of him. He felt amazing. When his mouth met mine, our slow, sensual kisses left me breathless. When he pulled back, his hands framed my face, his bad hand hard against my face, but I didn’t care. I was too lost in his eyes.

  A little grin set on his lips as he traced my lips with his finger. “You screamed my name,” he sang, and I rolled my eyes.

  “Oh shut it. What are you waiting for? Can’t get it up?” I teased, even though I could feel him rock hard against my thigh.

  He scoffed, shaking his head. “If I take you right now, I’ll embarrass myself.”

  “Maybe I want that.” I watched his eyes turn dark as he nibbled at my lip. “Maybe I want you vulnerable for once.”

  “You will be the death of me, Bo.”