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He scoffs, but nods. “Yeah, I fucking am. So if you want your revenge, leave. Now I’ll be the one ruined for years.”

My mouth opens and closes before the truth tumbles out. “I ... I don’t want to get hurt again.” I swallow. “So I hate that you-you’re falling for me and I’m falling for ... you.”

He lets out a sharp breath and presses his forehead to mine. “I should have stayed the first time.”

I suck my bottom lip and close my eyes, leaning into him. “And I should have given you a chance to explain.”

“I wanted to ask you for a real attempt at a relationship, Noelle. Keep arguing with me, singing, being loud, yelling at me about taking the shower. Just ... just stay. Stay in my house, stay with me,” he breathes. “Unless you don’t see any way you could trust me.”

“I could ... learn to trust you. It’s worth a try,” I whisper.

“Let me prove it,” he whispers.

Chapter 14 - Colin

Walking Noelle back inside feels like a win—especially since she’s the one half-draggingme. I grab her croissants off the roof of the car, carry them into the kitchen, set them gently on the counter, and turn to face whatever comes next with my maybe-wife, maybe-girlfriend, definitely-trouble.

We’ll talk it out. We’ll eat. We’ll—

She’s right there, tugging shyly on my shirt, eyes flicking up at me as she rises onto her toes.

Damn temptress.

“We’ll talk later,” I murmur, already leaning in.

She nods once, soft and sure.

And just like that, we both know what comes first.

I kiss her hungrily, deeply, teasing her with my tongue, then slowing it down. We don’t need to rush. I groan against her mouth as she tugs me back towards the couch.

“Good choice. If any nosey neighbors think they can have you, they can see us going at it through the window,” I snarl. “They’ll know you’re mine.”

She laughs against my lips, so I pull her dress over her head and toss it to the side. I shake my head at her. “I’m entirely serious.”

“So that’s what kind of husband you are – the possessive kind,” she teases while pulling my shirt off.

“I have someone worth being possessive of,” I growl, tipping her over the back of the couch so she’s stuck on her shoulders, her legs in the air. I drag her panties off and groan at the view of her bare pussy. “I’ve never been so excited for makeup sex.”

“You’re too far away. Too clothed,” she moans, trying to pull me on top of her.

Instead, I walk around the couch as I shuck and walk out of my pants. I toss my shoes, not giving a shit about my own rules when Noelle’s struggling to escape her bra to have me faster.

I tip her chin towards me. “Get me ready for you, Noelle.”

“Ask nicely.”

I swat her inner thigh, then spread them. “Show me your mouth can do more than sass.”

She hums in her throat, then gives me a teasing lick, so I do the same. I lick across her pussy lightly. When she sucks the head of my dick, I suck her clit. She catches onto the game quickly. Then she stops restraining herself and blows me like she wants. I grip her hips, pulling her closer as I bury my face in her pussy. Fuck, she’s delicious. The best possible breakfast.

When she comes for my mouth alone, I groan. I draw back and kiss her inner thigh. “You belong right here every fucking morning, Noelle. Don’t you dare think I want you anywhere else.”

She moans around my cock as I thrust my fingers into her. I pant and drag my slick tongue over her clit again. “Mine. Your pussy, your moans, your time, you’re mine and I’m not letting go.”

To prove it, I wrap my arm all the way around her waist and make her come until she’s dizzy and I’m right on the edge. I let her slump down onto the couch and watch her wild, overwhelmed eyes while I roll on my condom. I’m glad I stuffed one in my pocket.

I sit next to her, then manhandle her onto my lap. She grinds against my cock as I kiss her again and again. I groan with her as she keeps grinding against my shaft but not letting me enter her pussy. I grip her hair tightly, shoving my month over hers.

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