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“Please do.” I waited until she’d disappeared into the darkness of the night before I sat back at my desk, running my hands through my hair.
The truth was, she’d been right. I’d been careless today—something I never was.
I had to be careful from here on out—I could never be alone with Summer, again.
Despite Mrs. Pearl’s meddling, I could still smell Summer's cunt. It had infiltrated my nose, making the drive home long and torturous. I warred with myself the whole way, reciting all the ways I shouldn’t be involved with her.
And yet…
And yet, I’d never wanted a woman as I wanted Summer.
She’d infiltrated my mind until I couldn’t breathe without thought of her.
My senses were on high alert as soon as I pulled up the driveway. My front door was open, with one light on upstairs—the one to my room.
I jerked the car in park and, pulling out my gun, I scanned the driveway.
If the Magnolia meant to kill me, they wouldn’t be so obvious.
Still, it didn’t hurt to be cautious.
I entered the house silently, quickly scanning each room. Starting at the bottom floor, I made my way through each room. Then up the stairs.
The hallway was dark. Every room was silent. Still.
I approached my room last.
It was dimly lit—the side table lamp emitting a warm glow.
A quick assessment that the lump on my bed wasn’t a threat, I searched the rest of the room. Then the bathroom. The walk-in closet was last.
Then I stilled, listening closely.
My bedroom window was open—you could hear the creatures of the night.
The low bellow of an alligator—the sound making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Then there was a slap on the water, and it grew silent, except for the small sounds of breathing.
Not my own.
When I was sure I wasn’t in danger, I moved to the bed.
It was Summer.
Lying face down into the mattress. Her knees tucked inward, with her ass in the air, like she was praying. She appeared to be asleep—probably drugged.
She was also completely naked, except for a red ribbon placed delicately over her ass.
A present.
For me.
From the Magnolia.
She was beautiful. Stunning. Tempting.
My hands moved of their own volition—I touched her. Ran my fingers down her graceful spine. Across her back and thighs. Brushing away the ribbon, then, softly caressing her ass. My fingers burning at the touch of her skin against mine. My dick growing hard. My insides quaking at the sight of her—vulnerable—in my bed.
I could do anything I wanted.
