Page 122 of Love Me

My fingers hover over the keys, and her soft voice seeps through. I lift my eyes to her standing behind the stair railing above.

“I am truly sorry about the piano.”

“If you say sorry one more time, I will wash your mouth with my cock.”

“Hmm. I doubt that that counts as punishment.” She giggles and turns around, but not before looking at me one more time and gesturing for me to follow. I’m insatiable. And luckily for me, I’m not the only one.

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After we pack, I put the bags in the cars.

Celine pushes herself off the porch stairs and raises her hands in the air, sighing.

“I don’t even know why I am so emotional. We’ll come back. It’s… ugh.”

“I know, baby.”

I take her mouth in a lingering kiss filled with longing, passion, and love. She rocks on her feet and clears her throat. “So I think it’s better if we keep this between us.”

“No one would tell.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust them, but we all have a lot on the line.”

I understand her reasoning, but I can’t shake the irrationality out of me.

“Nothing and no one will stop me from coming to you.”

“I mean, we’re good at sneaking around. Stealth is our MO.”

With a slap on her ass, she sashays toward her car.

“Tease.”

“You must mistake me for someone else.”

She bats her eyelashes playfully at me, and I shake my head. My grin doesn’t disappear the entire drive back.

The house is now fully renovated. I park my car and stride inside. Everything looks exactly the same as prior to the fire. I find our group in the living room seated on the couch, looking as if they hadn’t slept all night.

“What the fuck happened?”

Abigail holds her head between her hands, groaning. “Long night.”

The door opens and Celine steps inside.

“Wow, such a coincidence.” Blake chuckles.

Celine rolls her eyes at him. “Whatever, smartass.”

I look at Bailey, and my expression must convey my question.

She shakes her head subtly. Good, she must have taken care of any monitoring devices. With Felix, we can never be sure.

After I unpack, I tiptoe toward Celine’s room. The moment I am inside, I am on her, backing her into the wall. She wraps her arms around my neck and plays with the ends of my hair.

“Kaden.”

But her protest is more for show in how she melts in my arms.

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