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“Lower your voice!”
“My parents aren’t home.”
I wrapped my arms around my body, my stomach like ice. “I’m sorry I kept it from you.”
Her face went stone cold. “Me too.”
“Candice, can you just let me in and we can talk about it?”
Her eyes narrowed and she stepped back into the hallway. My heart sank and tears gathered, one slipping down my cheek.
“No,” said Candice. “I’m fucking angry and I need time to cool off.”
“Okay,” I hiccuped. “I understand. I’m really sorry.”
She just nodded and closed the door. The sound echoed through my head as I trudged back to my car and got in.
The fantasy was crumbling and the real world was showing through. I’d known this would happen eventually. I just hadn’t expected it to hurt so much when it did.
That night, Merrick held me while I cried. He didn’t offer to intervene, which I was grateful for, he just stroked my hair and rubbed my back until I fell asleep.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
MERRICK
I’d fucked up a lot in my life, but this wasn’t one of those times.
No, this…this was paradise.
It got warm quickly that spring. On my days off, she opened all the windows in the house and turned her music all the way up. I taught her how to cook a few more dishes and she did a horrible job. I kept having to take the smoke detectors from the ceiling and scrub charred substances off the stove.
She could make brownies though so I put her in charge of dessert. I even caved and tasted them, although I wasn’t sure I liked it very much.
I told her I loved it.
We ate outside on the patio most nights. She wore little dresses without panties underneath and teased me until my resolve broke. Then she made me chase her around the lawn and carry her up to the bedroom.
We fucked. A lot. Our mornings started out with a quickie that always made me late for work. At night, I took my time with her, keeping her up past midnight. On weekends, she was all over me, barely giving me time to reload.
I kept getting this feeling that we needed to stop. But I couldn’t keep my hands off her, couldn’t keep my pants buckled, couldn’t keep her off my dick.
She was my new drug and I couldn’t stop taking her.
Morning, noon, and night.
In my bed, in her bed, in my car, on my desk, and surprisingly, once on the front porch. The security footage of that incident found a permanent place on my phone.
We drove with the Audi’s top down, her bare feet hanging out the window. Along the shore and down the country roads. We went into the city and she pointed at what she wanted and I swiped my card and made it happen.
Her pretty hands found their way into my wallet and my pants on the daily. I was powerless, completely smitten.
We ate out some nights along the coast and watched the sun sink into the ocean. I got us a private room more often than not and she perched on my lap and we ate from the same plate. I tipped oysters and lemon down her throat and fed her caviar off a golden spoon.
The world moved slow and we moved fast, trying to fit everything in before…before what?
That was the question that tugged at the back of my mind at night. After we’d spent all day together, after I’d fucked her senseless.
We were in so deep I didn’t know how or when this would end.
