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And now me.
I don’t have time to overthink it, but I trust my gut and act. He barely has a chance to pull himself free before I clip up my overalls and hightail it out of there, mind racing and an unexpected wetness dripping down my thighs.
What the fuck did I just do?
39
TENLEY
Present Day
He’s silent. Too silent.
But his eyes…they’re determined.
The slow lick of his lips, the drawn-out perusal of my body, and the soft hum under his breath amidst the rumble of the Bronco engine.
Oh, goodie. I’m getting fucked tonight.
August didn’t speak a word the entire drive home, and I felt like my skin was crawling with anticipation. When we pulled up to the condo and handed off the car to the valet…silence.
The elevator ride up…silence. But internally, everything sounds loud. Heightened. My heart rate and most definitely the throbbing in my core.
But August’s heated glare never wavers, like he’s appreciating me this way, knowing the view will only strip down from here. More vulnerable. Intoxicating him.
He intoxicatesme,fully clothed and silent.
I want him inside of me like I want my next breath.
The old wives’ tale of pregnancy is true—I can confirm it. The wetness that takes constant residence on the lining of my panties is all the evidence I need.
I’ve never been so horny in my life than these past eight months, and it felt like a slow death living with this snack of a man, deserving of infinity gold stars for serving me bedroom eyes around the clock.
But I’ve tolerated the torture enough. I deserve to be rewarded for my patient behavior. Rewarded in cock and mind-numbing orgasms.
In return, I’ll be the goodest of girls just for him.
Entering the condo, I notice right away that Zion doesn’t come rushing to greet us. I steal a look at August and once again, nothing readable on his expression, but he says, “Pamela got her.”
Pamela.Our neighbor.“What? When?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
And I thought I was a planner. I’m nothing like August on the prowl.
Setting my purse on the counter, I fidget and pace idly, knowingsomethingis coming, yet I’m unsure what that something is and how I plan to prepare for it.
Looks like August notices, too. “Tenley.”
I turn to face him and drown in the sight of his tall frame perched against the wall closest to me. “Hmm?”
“Feeling okay?” he asks, and I nod.
The truth is, I feel great. I’m swollen and obviously ready to evict this baby pronto, but my lower back is feeling pretty good today. Now, tomorrow I may have an entirely different answer.
“Good,” he mumbles before saunteringtoward me. There’s an effortless swagger to August’s steps, and I realize now that most men aren’t fortunate enough to have it without practice. “Here’s how this is gonna go…”
Oh, he’s feeling bossy, is he?
