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  “Say yes, Audrey,” he said against her lips, “tell me I can make love to you.”

  Her breath was tickling his lips as she nodded, breathlessly saying, “Please, yes.”

  Tate knew that if he didn’t get them inside he was going to have her right there. So he picked her up, his arms wrapped around her ass as her legs wrapped around his waist, and carried her inside. He slammed the door shut with the back of his foot as his mouth stayed busy with hers. He needed a flat surface and he needed one now. He parted, only for a second, to look around the room. Everything seemed so far away, his need for her was so compelling, so intense, that he slowly lowered her to the floor, looking deep into her eyes as he laid her down. She looked up at him through heated eyes with a smile tugging at her lips.

  “Couldn’t make it to the couch?”

  “Fuck no, I need you now,” he said before standing and chucking his pants off. He pushed his boxers down, and saw Audrey’s eyes go wide when his erection sprang free. As he looked down at her, trying to figure out what to rip off first, Audrey smiled. As if she knew what he was thinking, Audrey moved her shirt up and over her head, giving him a delectable view of her bright purple thong. She then moved her hands up her body, removing her matching bra, leaving her complete and fantastically bare with only a little piece of purple covering her moist wanting spot. It was so unbelievably hot seeing her like that. She was so gorgeous, so thick and beautiful, that Tate’s hand drifted to his shaft, slowly moving up and down as he bit down on his lip. He wasn’t going to make it. She was going to kill him with her sexiness.

  “God, that’s hot,” she gasped as she watched him moved his hand up and down his shaft.

  “This is hot? You should see what I see,” he said before dropping to his knee and taking a hold of her waist. When he flipped her around, she let out a little gasp before he admired the view from behind. Her ass was the perfect size, such roundness that set him on edge. The only problem was that purple piece of fabric, separating him from his desire. Running his hands along her cheeks, he slid his fingers under her thong, moving it aside so he could see her beautiful core, glistening with the proof that he had turned her on as much as she had done him. He moved his hand over her ass, cupping her sweet dripping wet core as she let out a hearty groan.

  “God, I want you,” she whimpered causing him to bite down on his lip before he started to move his thumb roughly over her taut clit. She let out a strangled moan as he continued to assault the most sensitive spot of her body. He wanted to let her come but he wanted to be inside her when she did. He moved back some, using his other hand to direct his shaft inside her, pushing forward until he was fully inside her. They both let out appreciative groans at the intense way they were connected. He had been waiting for this and the way she felt around his pulsing cock wasn’t a disappointment. It was fucking fantastic.

  He continued to move his finger in a slow, lazy crazy eight along her clit while he made slow languid thrusts inside her. He was surprised he wasn’t pounding into her, but then he knew he wanted to make her come first. He had to take care of her, give her the pleasure he thought she deserved.

  Then he would pound to oblivion.

  But she was taking too long. Tate pulled out of her, despite her cry of dismay. Didn’t she realize he didn’t want to leave her hot body either? He wanted her just as much, but he had to make her come, he needed her too. With his hands at her hips, he flipped her back onto her back, before burying his face in her swollen hot core. Audrey’s gasp turned into punctuated ones as he moved his tongue between her swollen lips. He lapped at her sweetness like he couldn’t go on a day without it. When her hands moved into his hair, pulling him closer to her hot center, he went faster, flicking his tongue over her clit, so quickly and so precisely that she shattered underneath him with seconds.

  Tate quickly sat back up, pushing inside her, wanting to feel her body clench his hard shaft. As he pushed into her to the hilt, his eyes fell to the back of his head. She felt so right, so perfect. It was like coming home. Tate looked down at Audrey’s flushed, beautiful face, to see her looking up at him with glossy eyes.

  Man, she was gorgeous.

  A smile tugged at his lips as he slowly began to move in and out of her. Her hand came up his arms, gripping onto his biceps as he started to go faster, his knee burning from the roughness of the carpet.

  Not that he cared.

  He was too far gone, and with one final thrust, his balls tightened and he exploded inside her. He rocked against her body, her fingers biting into his biceps as he spilled inside her. Tate slowly lowered his body onto Audrey’s burning hot one, meeting his mouth with hers before giving her slow lazy kisses. Her hands went up his back causing him to shiver underneath her touch.

  This was his oblivion.

  Audrey moved her lips to the side of his jaw, kissing softly before moving her lips to his ears. “I’m pretty sure I have carpet burn on my ass, can we take this upstairs?”

  Chapter 16

  The night before was on replay in Audrey’s brain as she watched Tate sleep. It was four in the morning, and she knew that he would be awaking soon to leave. His plane was departing at 6am. She knew this because she had watched him set his phone for 4:30 before he had continually ravished her well into the night. Her body was still tingling with aftershocks from the many orgasms he had bestowed on her. Audrey could still hear him whispering ‘love’ in her ear and feel his calloused hands gripping her hips as he pounded inside her. She was sure she had bruises along her hips and thighs, but she didn’t care at all. The night was amazing, and she had never felt so thoroughly loved the next morning, in her whole life.

  But all that was about to change.

  Scooting closer, Audrey snuggled close to Tate’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. She didn’t want to forget this. She knew she wouldn’t but just in case, she memorized the way his arm lay across her hip, while the other was above her head, tangled in her hair. She took in his plump lips, and the way they parted some when he took a deep breath. She smiled when she noticed his long eye lashes dusting the top of his cheeks, and then the way his hair was in every direction imaginable. He was gorgeous, sweet, and the most amazing lover ever, but she knew they had messed up bad.

  How many times did she say that they needed to stay friends? She didn’t say that for the hell of it. It was for a reason. She cared about him, so much, but it didn’t matter. She couldn’t give him what he wanted. She should never have let it go as far as she had without telling him. He deserved to know. She should have stopped him when he asked her if he could make love to her, but she couldn’t. She wanted him just as much, and even though she didn’t regret it, she knew she had done wrong.

  When Levi’s ugly words started to muddled her beautiful night with Tate, Audrey felt like she wanted to die. Levi had spent eight months with her, the longest she had ever been with anyone. He had to know what he was talking about, but even knowing he may be right didn’t keep Audrey from wanting to puke with hurt. She didn’t want this to end, but Tate deserved better. Was she doing the right thing? Was pushing him away the right thing to do or should she just tell him? Could she risk it? What if he rejected her right there, would it make what she was about to do hurt less? Why did it have to hurt at all?

  Audrey wanted nothing more than to be normal. To have a normal body, to be able to give him everything in the world, just so she could keep him forever. But keeping him would be selfish and heartless without telling him, and she wasn’t sure she could. She didn’t know if uttering the words that cut her every time she thought of them would be able to leave her lips. Tate was too good of a man, too full of heart and kindness for her to keep things like that from him. Even if she had no doubt in her mind that Tate was her Prince Charming, she had to let him go.

  Prince Charming wouldn’t want a defective Cinderella.

  Tears sprang to her eyes as she watched him stir under her intense gaze. When his eyes fluttered open and they met hers,