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“Salt, that better be you.” I cursed as he bit the side of my thigh, gripped them tighter, and went back to working me over.

I moaned louder. When I fisted the sheets, I felt his shirt beside me. That man hated clothes, I promise. I lifted it to my nose and inhaled a scent that was all Salt, no chaser.

Not having to worry about being quiet for Neriah, I came loud and long, releasing everything into his mouth. I was still shivering when he got up and entered me. He kissed me stupid while making me take whatever he gave. Hard thrusts. Moans into my mouth. He was beside himself tonight. He flipped me over and made me ride him on all fours as he spanked me and pulled my hair. When I came, he was biting the side of my neck and gripping my waist. His animalist grunts sounded in my ear as he came, too. Rounding off the perfect reunion.

“I missed you, beautiful slut.” He licked the spot he’d bitten and pulled me into his arms.

“Same, Sir. How’d today go?” I asked breathlessly.

“Shit. Wish I knew. I had to go out of town and I guess I left my phone. I just came back. It’s too late to go see Tanya to find out. I’m going first thing in the morning, though.” He kissed my shoulder and licked my lips before he stole another juicy kiss.

“Let me know, please. I’ve been worried all day about you two.”

Salt groaned. “Mhm. As you should. Thank you, baby. I appreciate your concern. I have to admit that I missed the fuck out of you, though. Can’t even deny that at all.”

I exhaled a sigh that came from somewhere deep. Old wounds seemed to heal a little more by his words.

“Me either. I thought that you’d be tired of me after all.”

Salt immediately smack my ass so hard I whined, flinched, and tried to get away. He only held me tighter.

“Won’t apologize for that. You feel how good this is. How could I be tired of it?” He kissed my forehead. Shortly after, I heard him snoring.

I snickered. “Karma,” I whispered to the sleeping man.

He never responded because he was too far gone.

In the morning, we made out–no sex, before he had to leave. He’d also warned me that he’d have to go back out of town and that he’d be gone for about a week. He had an attorney working on helping him get custody, so he was hoping things changed with Neriah soon. Later, we discovered that Tanya lost custody of Neriah. However, he had to wait for the caseworker to call him back to know the reason.

Being out of town for work didn’t matter, since they wouldn’t let him see her, anyway. When he’d called to ask Tanya about the situation, she’d hung up on him and told him to mind his own business. He’d said that she sounded drunk but that it was difficult to tell over the phone. When he got the okay to not only see Neriah but to pick her up five days later, he rushed home. I gave him time to get settled and figure out his next move. But it sucked big time.

I kept myself busy. The crappy part was that I was back to thinking the same thing I had before.

When had this thing with Salt gotten so damn messy? I knew I had feelings for him and his daughter. That wasn’t part of theplan. I was supposed to get in and get out. Somewhere along the way, I’d gotten in. Getting out was going to be problematic. Not because I couldn’t, but because I didn’t want to.

LAUREN

Another Week Later…

The longer that I stood looking out the window, the stronger the pull was to him. The shirt that barely covered my body irritated my skin, making me hyper-aware of any and everything. Needy. The breeze that should have soothed my skin as it rushed through the window only helped to sensitize it. My hair blew this way and that as my scalp breathed, searching for his fingers. Ones that weren’t really there. Flames danced along my body and the heat was too hot to contain, too hot not to extinguish.

Light whimpers more than indicated that I was closer to the edge of sexual insanity. I’d gone six whole nights, seven whole days maxing my body to the breaking point. He’d made me tease myself until I was on the verge of an orgasm as many times a day as he chose. He didn’t permit me to come because I was to save that for him. Glancing at my phone only emphasized howeasy it could be to just give in. I touched the glass pane and the coolness that I felt pulled the rest of my body against it, begging for that bit of relief. Though the alleviation that I craved was more satisfying, I took what I could get. Fingers trailed across my neck, down to my shoulders and I closed my eyes, wanting my own hands to be his.

Addicting, that’s what Salt was, and I needed to fight the habit I’d formed. I wasn’t afraid to be his everything, and he wasn't afraid to tell me what he desired. That was toxic, and we both knew it. My thighs squeezed in anticipation when I looked over to the phone that was lit. The message indicator was lit, and I wasn’t strong enough to walk away. I opened the message, and it displayed his name in the corner as I read words that sent me to my knees.

Salt: I need you now.

His words removed the air from the room through some sort of imaginary contraption because suddenly it was hard to breathe. There was no way that the single message had caused me to need air desperately, on my knees, shivering for a dose of… HIM. My phone had been the catalyst that set my fingers typing a quick response to the best high I’ve ever experienced. My phone beeped again, and I dropped my phone. Trembling fingers retrieved it and I stared at the words as my head swam.

Salt: I’m close.

A moan welled up from so deep inside that I felt the vibrations all over when it finally escaped my lips. I sat on the bed rocking, waiting for my next fix.

I heard the car door slam, and I bolted down the steps to meet him. Salt walked in already half undressed, threw his shirt aside,and began unbuckling his belt and pants. We met on the bottom step and the force of our bodies connecting like two magnets surged my arousal into overdrive. Needle in vein–injected with a drug so potent that I could barely stand.

Knowing his own toxicity, he braced me as lust pumped through my veins. Moaning and whimpering for more… I deepened the kiss, not caring about overdosing. Heroin had nothing on him. And to think that he hadn’t even given me the good shit yet. Salt set me on the edge of the step somewhere in the middle of the stairwell, staying between my legs. Breaking contact with his lips for the first time, I threw my head back, screaming in ecstasy as he entered me hard and fast. He pulled my hair, keeping my head anchored as he bit into my neck. Drops of the sweetest joy pooled behind closed eyes and then slid down my face. Damn, Salt was masterful.

My hips met his quivering for each thrust, and he didn’t disappoint. I cried out over and over, thanking him for enslaving my body against my will. I hated he was the only person who could make this sole act so perfect and so wrong. My sex accepted him with ease, no questions asked, while my brain told me I was doing this yet once again. Falling deeper into him.

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