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“Blue”—he kisses my bare shoulder—“for all the years you left my balls that way.”
“You’re gonna offend Ms. Audre.”
But I’m not offended. I’m wetting more at the thought… and its size… and the show I can give him… and wondering how long it takes to fire that big boy up until it’s ready.
“No, it won’t.” His grin won’t stop. Neither will his kisses up to my ear. “She taught me how. She sells dildos on Etsy.”
Stop it now.
I can’t take it, grabbing my stomach; it hurts from laughing at the image—wild celebrity Redix Dean making ceramic dildos with Malibu’s silver-haired potter.
“You’re too much.” I want his lips, his laughs, everything about him.
He gives them back, chuckling through our kiss.
“If you can take the real me, darlin’, my blue monster dildo ain’t too much.”
I don’t remember laughing this much, not since we were last together. And I don’t know whether we’re eighteen again or have found a new bliss, but I can’t stop.
All afternoon he charms me. Spoiling me at a surf shop where he’s already picked out a board for me and where he pops wood at the sight of me trying on a wet suit. He gives me the giggles when we get pedicures together because he gets his toes to match mine—lavender. His eyebrows won’t stop dancing, joking about the foods he could find other uses for when we devour an early dinner.
By evening, my laughs are punctuated by yawns as the travel finally catches up to me. But when the black metal gates swing open to his oceanfront home, shock wakes me up.
“This looks like one of the homes I used to dream of.”
It’s a modern design of earthen rectangles stacked upon each other, concealing what’s got to be a breathtaking view of the Pacific on the other side.
“When I saw this listing”—he pulls into the pristine garage—“I had to have it. I hope you like it.”
Like it?
It’s overwhelming. My hand shakes in his while he ushers me inside. The entire back of the home has glass walls open to the oasis of palms and tall hedgerows offering privacy surrounding the pool and deck. It’s almost exactly like the homes I used to show him in magazines, pointing to pictures of white walls, white sofas, natural woods, and glass everywhere.
“Do you like it?” His hands gently turn me around. “I got this for you, Cade.” A stillness washes over me. “I got it for us.”
My world stops spinning. My breath seizes. I stop marveling at the view and focus on the sentiment. On what he just said.
All this time, I thought he wanted to forget me. That he hated me. That he came here to get away from me because it was my fault.
But no.
He remembered me. He was designing our dream home, building a sanctuary from our past hell.
More pieces of me heal as a happy sob escapes my heart.
Redix was never an asshole.
He was just a boy who became a man who wanted to share his big heart but didn’t always know how.
This is how.
Cradling my wet jaw in his palms, he pulls my lips to his, saying, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I kiss him from depths where only he belongs before insisting, “Now, Redix. I don’t know what else you planned, but fuck me right now. Right here on these wood floors, or on that white fur couch, or those marble countertops. Anywhere… but fuck me now.”
“Damn, woman.” His nose nuzzles mine. “I can spend millions, but none of it can buy you patience.”
“Because you gave me the perfect day.” I lift my dress off to only my drenched panties underneath and toss it on his smiling face. “Now, let’s have the perfect fucking night.”
