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“Tell me.” It’s easier to ask with my back brushing his. “Why did you really come home this spring?”
“Well, Detective.” He chuckles because he knows me too well; I can’t help myself. “I owed my family a visit. And those teen centers mean a lot to me. I got my buddy, Luca—he owns that golf resort—I got him to support them too, so I owed him a donor party.”
I’m quiet.
He doesn’t mention me, and tears bite my eyes, feeling forgotten by him.
That he moved on.
And I never did.
“I missed you too, Candy Cade.” His voice is soft, and I gulp back my sob. “My mom told me about Mama G, and all I kept thinking was how scared you must be, and I wanted to be there for you. For her too.”
My lips won’t open.
It’s true. I was terrified of my mama’s diagnosis—pancreatic cancer. I still am.
I hear him turn in his chair before a supple kiss lands on the nape of my neck, and my shoulders drop with a sigh.
“I had a perfect plan of getting sober and coming back for you,” he confesses with his lips to my flesh. “But then I saw you again, and I got all fucked up inside because, damn, I missed my best friend and forgot how it feels when I see you.”
His fingertips tickle down my arm. “It’s like fireworks went off inside me seeing you in that purple dress again.”
“Do you remember what we did in that dress?”
“Yes.” Desire threads his voice making mine cascade down my body. “It was the first time I fucked you from behind. In front of the bathroom mirror. We went from clumsy virgins to racy adults that night.”
I tilt my neck for more of his soft bites. “That was our first hotel room together too.”
“What were our parents thinking?”
“That we were eighteen, had our own money, and there was no stopping us anyway.”
And I need him to touch me again. Now. But our hands are covered in clay, and he tortures me instead. Straddling me from behind while his lips won’t stop with their meal of my neck.
“I swear, seeing you again.” His kiss singes my flesh, and my panties soak. “Being with you again, kissing you, fucking you so damn hard. Each time I’m with you now, you have more of me. You’ve got to know I’m yours, Cade, no matter how much I change.”
He nibbles my ear, melting my heart, and I worry my pussy’s gonna wet through my white dress.
“Take me home now, or poor Ms. Audre is gonna see her own Redix Dean strip and fuck show right here on this table.”
“Nope.” I can feel his grin on my skin. “I gotta finish my gift for you.”
The heat of his body leaves mine while he turns to pick it up, saying, “Once this is fired up, you’ll think of me every time you use it.”
I’m making him a lop-sided candy dish. From him, I’m expecting a perfect plate or maybe a breakfast bowl for my Froot Loops.
Instead, I turn around…
And he presents me with a clay dildo. Almost to his perfect enormous proportions, and my snort is equally as big. “What the fuck?” I start laughing and can’t stop.
Because only Redix wouldn’t give a hell, only he’d ask a poor old woman to fire up his massive clay dick in a kiln.
“You expect me to use this?”
“I expect to watch you.” His clowning grin spins my world. “Why use soft silicone when this’ll be big and hard like me?”
“What color are you gonna paint it?”
