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The worst thing is, I did. Hook, line, and sinker. She’s effortlessly seductive without even realizing it.

At the club, I can fulfill any desire imaginable. And I’ve come damn close to indulging them all. So why am I willing to cross a line I can’t uncross? To risk everything that still matters—my relationship with my son.

His girlfriend. No—ex-girlfriend.

When she confessed that, I almost dragged her over my desk, relieved I hadn’t been about to fuck my son’s girlfriend. But it had to be a trap—Noah’s way of proving he’d been right about what had happened last year.

My part of the house is forbidden to all guests—and for damn good reason. Noah hates me for so many things I’ve started to lose count, but I refuse to take the blame for being the cause of him cutting me out of his life.

When Noah had brought Tricia home, she’d come off as this sweet, shy, polite girl, but any time she’d make eye contact with me, she’d look away and fucking blush. That was all it had taken for me to see right through her act. When Noah wasn’t paying attention, she’d make advances and say things that would seem innocent, but I knew better. She baited me for months—even after I told her to stay the fuck away from me and threatened to tell my son what a scheming bitch his girlfriend was.

Needless to say, she hadn’t taken my rejection well. One night, when I came home, she was in my room, naked, and threw herself at me before I could process what was happening. Noah walked in seconds later, and the lies she spewed made me furious to the point of murder.

But it didn’t matter what I did. The damage was done. My son thought I’d tried to seduce his girlfriend. Not long after that, he left for school, and our relationship has been strained since.

I pour myself another drink as a girl walks up to my chair. “Good evening, Mr. Blake.” She smiles sweetly and perches on my lap when I sit back. I need more relief than the bourbon, so I discard my glass and tug her closer. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Gail, baby.”

“Gail, huh?” I want to like it, but it tastes sour on my tongue.Georgia, like the peach.I need to get her out of my head. I grab Gail’s hair and tug, exposing her neckline. “Gail… tell me a little about yourself.” Fuck, am I seriously trying to roleplay what happened today?

“I’m just a small-town girl looking for someone to—”

I push her off me, not allowing her to finish.

“Is it something I—”

“You’re dismissed.” I reach for my glass, my anger building.

Moments later, a club host walks up. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Blake. Was there something wrong with Gail? She’s been one of our most popular—”

“No.” She’s nother. “It’s fine. Get me a room. Gold level,” I say, needing to rid the little temptress from my system.

“Yes. Of course. Do you have anyone particular in mind?”

“A brunette. Petite.”

“As you wish, Mr. Blake.”

I slam my drink back and make my way to the private rooms. If this doesn’t do the trick, I’m fucked.

And so is she.

Chapter six

Georgia

Theworldaroundmedissolves into a blur of sensations—hands everywhere, too many to count, too quick to follow. They skim over my skin, greedy and possessive, gripping, exploring, claiming.

Fingers tangle in my hair, yanking my head back until warm lips ghost over mine, teasing but never quite meeting. Soft whispers drift around me, words too hushed to decipher yet thick with intent.

A palm slides down my stomach, slow and deliberate, anticipation coiling within me. Without warning, his touch shifts suddenly rough, his fingers pushing between my soaked folds, forcing a gasp from my lips. There’s no patience, no hesitation—only need.

The blaring alarm jolts me awake, yanking me from the haze of my dream. I shoot up, fumbling for my phone. Before I can grab it, a strong arm snakes around me, pulling me back into bed. My breath catches as every muscle in my body grows taut.

Itwasa dream. Right?

“Relax. I know you love to hit the snooze at least seven more times.”

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