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I was more than okay with Tatum winning because I was pretty sure I was going to like each of her demands, but all I got were two words from Jeanie. That’ll do.

“Head on up front, and I’ll get you guys rung up.” She headed back to the register, and Tatum stepped in front of me.

“She interrupted us for that?” I asked. “Leo would have said more than that.”

Tatum shrugged. “Were you wanting a dissertation about how good you look?” she asked.

“Well, no, but something a little bit more than that’ll do,” I grumbled. “She treated me like a piece of meat to look at.”

Tatum reached up and trailed her fingers down my cheek. “Like you don’t know how good you look, Murphy. A blind man could see it.”

“You’re the only one I care about liking how I look,” I growled. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close. I didn’t care that we were in the store with people milling around us. My need for Tatum hadn’t changed from all those years ago.

“Yeah?” she whispered.

“We need to get out of here, Tatum, or I’m going to take you back into that dressing room and show you what we’ve been missing these past five years.”

“That’s on my list,” she whispered.

God. Damn.

“Ring us up, Jeanie,” I shouted. “We’re going home.”

Chapter Sixteen

Tatum

We made it back to the cabin in record time, and Murphy pressed me against the front door.

My knees went weak, and I held onto his shirt to steady myself.

Murphy’s thumb brushed my cheek, and his eyes connected with mine.

“We doing this?” he asked.

I chewed on my bottom lip and nodded. “Yes.” I needed Murphy more than I needed my next breath.

He pulled me to him, jammed the key into the lock, and we stumbled into the cabin. Murphy grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up with such force that I didn’t have any choice but to raise my arms.

His hands went to the buttons on his new shirt, but he gave up after that. “Fuck it,” he growled. He pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it. He wrapped his arms around my waist and hoisted me into his arms. He stalked down the hallway and into the bedroom. As quickly as he picked me up, I was down on the bed with Murphy on top of me. “Been waiting five years for this. I never forgot you, Tatum.”

I reached up and cupped his cheek. “It’s always been you, Murphy. No one could ever compare to you.”

He pressed a kiss to my palm and then trailed kisses down my arm. He pulled the cup of my bra down and twisted his head down to cover my nipple with his mouth. “So fucking sweet,” he breathed against my skin.

“Oh god,” I moaned. I arched my back and pressed my body to him. His hands went to the waist of my pants, and he tugged them down. His hand pushed my underwear down, and he cupped my wet pussy.

“Wet for me,” he growled. His middle finger slid between my lips, and I gasped at the electric current racing through me.

“Murphy,” I gasped. Oh. My. God. I remembered we were great together five years ago, but I had forgotten just how good.

His fingers started moving, touching, pinching, and sliding while his mouth tugged on my nipple. With each pull on my nipple, more wetness surged between my legs. His other hand rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger while I just struggled not to come right then and there. It had been a long time since anyone had made me feel the way Murphy did.

My hips bucked into his touch, and I dug my heels into the bed.

His mouth left my nipple and came to mine.

“Fucking beautiful,” he growled while his fingers brought me closer to the edge.

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