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"It went through yesterday."
"Good. Thanks."
"We need to meet."
"Later," I grunt.
"When?"
"I'll call you." I hang up on him before he can start throwing out demands. Meeting with him doesn't interest me. I've managed to avoid doing it all but three times since I moved onto the ranch. He grates on my nerves.
Half an hour later, the front door opens and Jessie stumbles out with her overnight bag over her shoulder. My cock throbs as soon as her aqua eyes land on me. She's dressed for the day in another pair of ass-hugging jeans and a tight little blouse, her blonde hair up in a ponytail. If she's wearing makeup, I can't tell. She's still too damn beautiful for words.
"Morning, ba…Jessie."
"Morning."
"I left breakfast on the counter for you."
"I ate. Thanks. Did you sleep last night?" she asks, eyeing me suspiciously. I guess she's still full of attitude then. Why does that make my dick so hard? Oh, right. Because I want to wrap my hand around her pretty little throat and fuck it out of her.
"I slept enough," I lie. "Did you?"
"Yep." She bats her lashes at me. "I slept like a baby."
She's full of shit…and I'm done letting her get away with it.
I rise to my feet, prowling toward her. She doesn't back up, not even when I'm crowding her up against the door frame. "Really? Is that why I heard you huffing and muttering all night long, Jessie? Because you slept so well?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Her voice shakes, giving away the lie.
"Beautiful little liar." My lips graze her ear. "Lie to yourself if it makes you feel better, but don't lie to me. You couldn't fucking stand not having me wrapped around you last night." I nip her ear, unable to help myself. I'm playing with fire here and I know it. But goddamn, I want to burn. "Did you touch your pussy in my bed, baby?"
"Devil."
"I hope you left your smell all over my sheets for me," I growl.
She whimpers, the sound going straight to my cock. Christ, I can't wait until she's mine and I can take care of that little cunt myself. She'll never be left unsatisfied, never have to get herself off again. Matter of fact, if she touches what belongs to me, it'll only be when I'm buried nine deep and enjoying the show.
I press a kiss to the pulse hammering in her throat and reluctantly untangle myself from around her. "Go back to campus, Jessie," I murmur, running my hand down her bare arm. "And stay there unless you know what's good for you."
"Go to hell, Creed Thomas," she growls, stomping down the stairs. We both know she doesn't mean it though. I think we both know I'm already there anyway.
