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offered her a mug, and she thanked him, but she didn’t
smile. All at once, he realized just how important making Kylie smile had
become in his life.
    Every night he came into the bar whether he’d had a good day
or bad, whether he wanted to be alone or not. He’d grown addicted to seeing her
cheerful grins and fielding her teasing questions, but it wasn’t only that.
She’d given something he’d never understood he’d been missing. A place to go at
night, where someone was happy to see him. Where someone gave a shit if he
lived or died.
    His feelings for her weren’t easy or uncomplicated, and they
sure as hell weren’t only about sex. If he wanted her to be honest, maybe it
was time he returned the favor. He’d never told her about his mother or why the
mere possibility of a woman being mistreated—especially Kylie—sent all rational
thought out the window. He also hadn’t been able to verbalize why, as much as
he’d wanted to spank her, as much as he suspected she’d be into it, he’d been
unable to see striking her, even in pleasure, as anything but causing her more
pain.
    Hearing what she’d been through with Rob had shut him down.
He wanted to see her bent over in front of him, and for a moment he hadn’t been
sure he’d be able to stop himself. But he had, because he needed to make sure
the lines between him and her ex weren’t the least bit blurry.
    He exhaled. So…truth. He owed her that much, and more.
    She sipped her cocoa, watching him. At that moment, even
living a lie seemed preferable to being without her.
    “You like it?” he asked.
    “So good.” She dipped her fingertip in the cloud of whipped
cream he’d plopped on top. The can had been leftover from one of the teachers’
many baskets and luckily not expired. “Compliments to the chef.”
    He drank rather than spoke. Dark, rich chocolate blasted his
taste buds, soothed by the wash of cream. It was good, but he wanted another kind of cream in his mouth. Another
kind of wetness dripping over his chin.
    Justin set down his mug, intending to grab a couple of
cushions and a blanket off the couch. The uncarpeted floor was hard, and with
the full glass front door only a few feet away, the room tended to get chilly
even with the fire. But before he could turn, sure fingers wrapped around his
zipper and tugged.
    Lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t noticed she’d set aside her
cocoa on the hearth and crawled closer. Despite her kneeling position, from the
fierce expression on her face, she wasn’t in the mood to submit. Firelight
carved hollows in her cheeks, backlit her sunny hair. She looked like an angel.
A wicked angel he’d only dreamed of getting out of his fantasies and back into
his life.
    Regardless, he had to talk to her. To try to explain. But
when the teeth of his zipper separated and she found only hard, erect flesh, he
forgot all about baring his soul in favor of baring his dick.
    Her tongue flicked against his length, little flames of heat
meant to build his need. Leisurely at first, faster as he started to pant. She
peeled down his jeans until they wrapped like denim bindings around his bunched
thighs. Strangely, the constriction only made other parts of him ache more.
    Her hot gaze caressed him, and his cock swelled, rising
flush against his belly. Slowly, she brought the tip of him into her mouth. Her
lips made the perfect vise, and her breath steam bathed his erection while her
bright blue eyes locked on his.
    She drew harder, and he fisted a hand in her tousled hair as
she swallowed more of his cock. His hunger for her knew no bounds. After all those
months of pretending he didn’t feel anything toward her but friendship, all
those times he’d taken a cold shower to keep from thinking of her mouth on him
as it was now, he was lost.
    The first time they’d been together had been about
missionary sex only. They’d had a bit too much to drink that night, and he
hadn’t taken full advantage of having Kylie in his bed,