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“This is what you do to me. Every day. I dream about being deep inside of you. In your heart and in your body. I want to suck on those beautiful nipples you’re touching. Tug them between my teeth until sweet pain shoots through every nerve in your gorgeous body.” Aubrey’s head lulled back a bit as she started to relax into my voice and her own touch. Her hands that were gently swirling around her nipples slowed, and I watched her pinch. “Harder. Pinch harder.” She did, and her lips parted as she felt it travel south.

“Spread your legs a bit.” Without hesitation, she did as I asked. “I want to spread you out on my bed and lick every inch of you until you can barely breathe. Then I want to hear you beg for my cock. Will you do that, Aubrey. Will you beg for me?”

“I will. I’ll beg for it.”

“Do it. Do it now. Tell me that you want my cock, and I’ll let you put your fingers inside yourself.”

Her hand started to travel painstakingly slowly down her body. I had to strain to hear her voice. “I dream about you being inside of me again. The way you bury yourself like you can’t get deep enough. Please. I miss you being inside of me.” Her voice was uneven, and her hand trembled as it hovered over her sweet pussy.

“Rub your fingers along your clit. But don’t put them inside yet. I’ll tell you when.”

Her body was sun kissed from the beach today, and her cheeks were pink from arousal. The image before me was better than anything I could possibly have imagined. I fisted my cock harder and faster. It was getting difficult to speak.

I took two steps closer to the shower door. It took every ounce of willpower not to open it. But I needed to at least be closer to hear the jagged edge to her breath. “Please, Chance.”

It made me wild to know she was willing to beg for me. That she wanted me inside of her as much as I longed to sink into her. “Slip two fingers inside. Keep your eyes closed and pretend it’s me. Feel my cock inside of you.”

When her fingers disappeared, I couldn’t hold back any longer. It took less than two minutes—she was pumping in and out as fast as I was tugging at my cock. Her mouth parted, and I knew she was beginning. “Chance…”

“Come baby. Together.” It was the most spectacular sight in the world as she became undone right before my eyes. The sound of her moaning my name as she brought herself to her own climax was purely erotic.

It took a while after we both finished to regain control of our panting breaths. Eventually, Aubrey’s body went slack, and she leaned against the tiled wall of the shower. She didn’t open her eyes as I reached in and turned off the water. I scooped her into my arms and carried her to my bed. Climbing in behind her, I slipped under the sheet, careful not to press myself against her. That would be breaking the rules. And oddly, I was sated for now.

Not fifteen minutes later, she mumbled the words ‘I’m sorry’ right before I heard the light sound of her sleep.

I fell asleep not long after that, feeling relief and content with the woman I loved sleeping next to me in our bed.

Unfortunately, the feeling was gone the next morning when I woke up, and it wouldn’t take me long to figure out why.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Talk about going from your highest high to your lowest low. For the first time, I realized exactly how Aubrey might have felt the moment she woke up and found that I’d abandoned her at the hotel in Vegas.

She was gone.

So was Pixy.

The morning sun streamed into the loft. My heart raced as a piece of white paper on the kitchen counter caught my eye. Unfolding it, I rubbed my groggy eyes in order to read each and every word clearly.

Chance,

Yesterday was beyond amazing. But I got carried away last night. It proved once again that I don’t have any willpower against my attraction to you. As long as I’m with Richard, my giving in like that is not fair to him. I didn’t want to risk things going any further if I stayed another day. I’m pretty sure I can’t resist you physically anymore. I’m sorry. I know I promised you the whole weekend. I’m just trying to do the right thing.

Crumbling the letter and throwing it across the room, I yelled, “Fuck.” My voice echoed into the empty kitchen. So, that was it? Yesterday was my final chance to make any kind of a lasting impression on her before she made a decision, and the last thing I did was jerk myself off before we passed out. After everything, that was how it was going to end? Well played, Bateman. How the hell did she even get transportation that fast back to Temecula with a goat? She must have researched an exit plan prior to agreeing to the trip. Aubrey probably had a car company on standby. “Chance took out his dick, so you can come pick me up now!”

Feeling hopeless, I leaned my elbows against the counter and rubbed my temples. I debated whether to call her and decided against it for the time being. It was the first time since reentering her life that I had no strategy. I honestly didn’t know what to do from here.

A couple of hours later, Adele came by after I’d called to let her know that Aubrey left.

Pacing across the loft, I ran my hands through my hair. “I’m thinking of going back to Temecula tonight.”

“Don’t.”

“Don’t?”

“Don’t.” She put her hands on my arms to stop me from pacing. “Look, I really like her. I hope that it works out, but you’ve done everything you possibly can to show her how you feel. It’s time to step back and give her the space she needs to hopefully come to the right conclusion—that you’re the one. I could see in her eyes how much she still cares about you. She was crying, for Christ’s sake. The only thing holding her back is fear of getting hurt.”

“What if she lets fear win and ends up with dickwad?”

“Then, you have to move on.”

Could I move on? I couldn’t fathom wanting anyone in the same way or as badly ever again in my lifetime. But if she chose him, I knew I would have to get on with my life eventually, date other women and finally end my two year celibacy.

She opened a package of Tim Tams and poured two tall servings of milk. Since you can’t get that brand of cookies in America, Adele had a friend from Melbourne who shipped them to her in bulk.

I dunked one of the chocolate-covered wafers into my glass and took a bite as I spoke with my mouth full. “How the fuck am I gonna stay here wasting away in Hermosa Beach, knowing that I may never see her again if she decides to move away with him? He’s leaving in just a matter of days.”

Adele looked confused. “How fast could she possibly move to Boston? Wouldn’t she have to sell her house, get rid of all her shit?”

“She rents the house and mentioned that most of the furniture was there when she moved in. The biggest problem is going to be transporting our goat.”

“You realize you said our goat, right? As in your goat, too?”

“Fuck. I meant her goat.”

Adele smiled sympathetically. “No, you didn’t.”

“You’re right. I didn’t.”

Later that evening after Adele returned to Harry’s, anger started to override all other emotions. I sent a text to Aubrey.

Chance: The chase is over. I’m giving you the space you want. If you need me, you know where to find me.


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