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Cabot smirked as he reached up with one hand, holding me to him with the other, and carefully unlatched the belt then pulled the leather free of my wrists. He wrapped his hand around the light fixture and said, “I’ve got it; go ahead and let go.”

I did as he said, using the new freedom to wrap my arms around his neck instead.

He held me as he slowly maneuvered us out of the way of the chandelier while somehow still keeping it from crashing down upon us. When he let go of it tentatively, I braced myself for the crash, but it didn’t hit the counter, that poor single electrical cord working overtime to keep the chandelier in the air.

“I’m going to have to call building maintenance.”

“Sorry.” I grimaced, but couldn’t hold back the smile.

“Don’t be.” He leaned in and kissed me, slowly teasing my lips with his tongue, then easing them open and dipping inside with tender, patient strokes.

As we kissed, I hugged him tighter, reveling in the closeness.

I’d thought ending things with Cabot was the right thing to do, thesmartthing. I’d berated myself for weeks over loving this man and losing everything because of that love. I’d convinced myself I’d been a fool, a naïve girl infatuated with a man who saw her as nothing more than a plaything.

But I’d been wrong about that, hadn’t I?

This man kissed me with care and tenderness. He looked at me with love and appreciation.

He made love to me with desperation. Missed me as much as I’d missed him.

Neededme as much as I needed him.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Cabot

Take-out containers covered my coffee table. We sat closely together as we ate our late-night delivery of mediocre chow mein and damn-near perfect soup dumplings, still naked and still touching each other.

It seemed I wasn’t the only one who wanted to make up for lost time and couldn’t keep my hands to myself.

Rylan trailed the fingertips of her left hand over the hair on my thigh as she shoved a mouthful of chow mein into her mouth with the chopsticks she held in her right. She smiled at me as she slurped a stray noodle into her mouth and I fell in love with her a little more.

My cock remained a thick weight between my legs, not fully erect, but never soft when she was near.

She glanced at it from time to time, and I grinned at the way her eyes would widen playfully, hunger evident in her deep brown gaze.

But there were things we needed to discuss.

As much as I’d like to bury myself inside her and never say another word about the chaos of real life, we had a few elephants gathered in the living room of my penthouse and I wanted them gone.

I finished chewing my last bite of noodles, then set the chopsticks into the carton and adjusted my body to face her more fully. Finding the remote between us on the plush faux fur rug, I lowered the volume on the flat screen and set the remote back on the table, leavingChicago Firereruns playing quietly in the background.

“Ruh roh,” she said, setting her chopsticks in the container with mine and turning toward me. She crossed her legs and my eyes fell to the way her pussy spread open in that position.

I closed my eyes as my cock responded to the view and Rylan giggled.

“Sorry.” She pulled the throw blanket off the arm of the couch and draped it over her lap.

I tugged the blanket away, then reached between her legs and ran my hands up her inner thighs until my thumbs teased at the edges of her labia, then I massaged them, smirking when she gasped and a shiver shook her frame.

Goddammit. We really did need to clear the air.

Frustrated and now ready to fuck her again, I pulled my hands back and looked up into her eyes. “I think we should talk about some things.”

She sobered, the desire I’d just teased from her melting away. Then she swallowed and gave me a curt nod. “Fine. Then you can’t do that again.”

I smirked, lowering my head in compliance. “Apologies, Ms. Blake.”

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