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“Meet me at the clubhouse,” Duke commanded.
“What? Now?” I asked.
“Yeah, now.” He grasped my chin and pulled me to him for a deep kiss. “We’re not done.”
“We’re not?” I asked breathlessly.
“Fuck no. That was just a warmup. I’ve got you for a few hours to myself. You don’t have to be anywhere. I don’t have to be anywhere. And your sister is off doing her thing. Come back to the clubhouse with me and I’ll make you come with my tongue.”
“Jesus,” I laughed. “Were you always this crass, or do I just bring it out of you?”
“Were you always this sexually charged, or do I bring it out of you?” he taunted.
“Touché.” I paused. “I like this. You and me.”
He turned his head and grinned. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I think it’s going well. Do you think it’s going well?”
“I think it’s going well. Except for when I talk about the future. Then you get all weird.”
“I’m trying not to be weird about it.” I sighed. “But nothing good in my life lasts. And right now, everything is so fucking good, Duke. I don’t want to jinx it.”
“But that’s the thing, Willa. When things are bad, I’ll be there. When things are good, I’ll be there. I’llalwaysbe there.”
I reached out and touched his cheek. He turned his face to kiss my palm. We stared at each other for a long moment and then climbed out of the car.
“You’re good to drive?” he asked.
I nodded.
“So, you’ll meet me at the clubhouse?”
“On one condition,” I said.
He raised his brows and waited for me to speak.
“Go back into Brooklyn and Slash’s house and get some wedding cake to go. I’ll wait here.”
“You don’t want to face them after we just had sex in the car, but you want me to?”
“No wedding cake, no repeat performance.”
“Oh, I see. We’re resorting to sexual blackmail here?”
I took a step forward and pressed a hand to his chest. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“You do have something I want,” he admitted.
“What is it?”
“I don’t think I’m going to tell you,” he said. “I think I’ll let it be a surprise.”
He wrapped his hand around my throat and leaned forward to brush his lips against mine. Then, with a gentle squeeze he released me.
“I’ll get you your cake,” he said, and then sauntered past me.
“Don’t forget a slice for Waverly, too. I promised her.”
