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“Provin’ that by bein’ here, ain’t I?”

“No. You’re just proving you’re a brute with no manners.”

“There you go again, shootin’ that damn mouth off.”

She narrows her eyes. “What you gonna do about it? Shut my mouth up?”

I grit my teeth.

She just has to keep pushing me. Poke. Poke. Fuckin’ poke.

“Tryin’ to do the right thing here, Lu.”

“By breaking into my home…the home that I’ve just found outyouown, after following me home tonight? Knowing I was alone. Not before putting your hands on me at the club.”

“Like you minded.”

She shakes her head. “So I’m asking you, Tag, are you going to shut me up?”

My eyes drop to her mouth.

Only I know there’s a whole world waiting there.

Her lips are plump and fuckin’ beautiful, just like the rest of her. An image of her lips around my cock almost has me shooting my load in my pants.

“Don’t push me.”

“You want to be pushed, T, or you wouldn’t be here.”

She’s right, of course. I’ve only led myself into this temptation.

The temptation I can’t walk away from.

We both know why I’m here, and this time I’m gonna burn in fuckin’ hell.

“Tried to stay away,” I mutter, leaning down to undo my laces. “I fuckin’ tried.”

“Tag? W –what are you doing?”

I pull my boots and socks off, and then shrug out of my cut.

“You sayin’ you don’t want it?”

Her eyes go wide and her lips part. “But you said…”

“Forget what I fuckin’ said.” I cup my dick. “Been fuckin’ hard all fuckin’ night because of your teasin’, Lu. You’re right. I don’t like the idea of some chump with his hands all over you.”

“So do something about it,” she challenges.

I tug my shirt off and she stares open mouth at my chest.

“What’s the matter, princess? Cat got your tongue?”

She shakes her head.

It’s been a while since she’s seen me naked. A lot has changed.

Aside from the large NOLA Rebels ‘Ride or Die’ tattoo that adorns my entire back, my legs and one full arm are covered in various ink.

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