pretty face.
“The reason I picked Kyle,” I said, drawing in a long, slow breath, “is because choosing you would be a huge conflict of interest.”
“How so?” One perfectly arched brow raised above one teary eye. “You and I aren’t dating, Wilder. There’s nothing between us.”
“Two things you should know about me right now,” I said. “I have two very distinct, very significant interests.”
“Which are?”
“Real estate,” I said. “And you.”
She pulled away, stepping out of the tension that enveloped us, and cocked her head to the side as her brows furrowed. “Wilder…”
I pulled her back toward me, resting my hands on the dip above her hips. “I’m not saying I love you, Addison. I’m not saying I’m your boyfriend. I’m not even saying I want to date you. But this thing we’re doing? Whatever you want to call it? I love it . I can’t stop seeing you. Not yet.”
She wouldn’t look at me. She kept shaking her head as she stared out the living room window. Her arms hugged her sides, shielding her cool skin from the chilled April air.
“But you gave the deal to Kyle, of all people,” she said. “ Kyle .”
Kyle was a fucking jackass, of that I was certain. I’d already decided I hated the prick, and I’d spent all of one lunch with him. It was after Addison removed herself from the table temporarily that I knew exactly what I had to do.
“I see you checking her out,” Kyle said to me, his voice low. “Hot piece of ass. Bat-shit crazy.”
“Excuse me?” I’d asked.
“We used to date,” he said. He spun his finger against the side of his head in a circular motion. “You don’t want that. Trust me. She’s pretty to look at. Nice lips… if you know what I mean . That’s about all she’s good for. I’d never trust her to sell a property for me.”
So it was Kyle. He was the guy who had hurt Addison. Who’d made her the guarded, broken-winged baby bird I found myself irresistibly addicted to. I could’ve bashed his face in right then and there, but I decided to play along.
I was going to destroy him.
Professionally-speaking, anyway.
Which was precisely why I had to pick him over her. At least temporarily.
“Trust me,” I said to Addison. “Everything’s going to work out exactly the way it’s supposed to.”
“You realize I’m going to have to work extra hard now,” she said. “Harder than I was working before. I have goals, Wilder. I’m not sacrificing them for this . I don’t even know if I’ll have time for this anymore.”
My hands slid down the curves of her sides, cupping her firm ass and giving it a punishing squeeze. “Don’t ever say that again.”
I claimed her lips with mine before hoisting her up on the cool, marble counter top.
“I’m still angry with you,” she said, ending our kiss. My lips found the indentation below her jaw and I quietly reveled in the sweet taste of her soft skin.
“You can’t stay angry forever,” I whispered. My right hand skimmed down her side to the opening of her skirt, then trailed along her inner thigh until it reached the silken fabric of her panties. I slid them aside and worked a finger into the inviting wetness of her folds. A faint moan passed through her lips as her head fell back, blonde hair spilling in every direction.
“Give yourself to me, lovely. You’ve had a long day. Just let go.” I lowered myself, leveling my head between her legs and kissing the tenderness of her delicate inner thighs.
I craved her taste. Her smell. The way her fingers pulled my hair as she was just about to come. The low, sultry rasp of her voice as she begged for more. The look in her eyes when I brought her to the brink and told her not to come just yet.
The way she obeyed.
I could get lost in her for hours. An hour a week wasn’t enough, and I wasn’t sure it ever would be.
Addison was different. She didn’t throw herself at me. She didn’t pretend like most girls did. Her authenticity was
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