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“No one,” I managed.

She heard how dry my throat was, how I had to force the words out, and concern flashed over her face. Her slender hand came up and touched my elbow. Tentatively, as if I were a wild animal.

“Are you…okay?” she whispered.

“I’m fine,” I said briskly, turning the key. The engine purred to life under my feet. “Let’s get you to Magnolia’s. She’s usually home this time of day.”

We pulled out of the drive and onto the slim back road that led out toward the main highway. About five miles down, I turned off onto a gravel road lined with thick rows of trees. They’d grown over the road for so long it was like driving through a living tunnel.

“Do you know Magnolia?”

“A little. I knew her father, Madison Lightfoot, before he passed,” I said. “He did a lot of business overseas and we collaborated once or twice. That’s how he met his wife. I believe she was from South Korea and after they married, they settled in the house Magnolia lives in now.”

“Does her mother still live there with her?” she asked.

“No, it’s my understanding she had a lot of health issues. She died not long after Magnolia was born.”

“Oh…that’s sad.”

I glanced at her. Maybe her getting to know Magnolia would be therapeutic for both of them. They probably had a lot in common with both their parents passing away before the age of thirty. I could tell she was thinking about it because her face tensed and her dark brows drew together. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and gazed at the window.

We pulled up in front of Magnolia’s Victorian mansion. The outside was painted pale yellow and the whitewashed front door was decorated with a large wreath.

Sienna hesitated. “What if she doesn’t like me?” she said, her voice small.

“I doubt that,” I said. “You’re plenty likable. When you’re not behaving like a feral cat.”

She glared at me, unfastening her seat belt and hopping out of the car. “Goodbye.”

“Don’t try and walk home. Call me from Magnolia’s and I’ll come get you. Understood?”

She slammed the car door without answering and a surge of annoyance moved through me. God, this girl didn’t have an off button. I stepped out and crossed to the other side of the car, pulling her out of view of the house. Taking the pie from her and setting it on the hood, I pinned her against the side of the vehicle. Her lids fluttered, her breasts rising and falling rapidly.

“What the hell?” she breathed.

“I’m a patient man, but you are testing me,” I said, turning her chin up so she couldn’t look away. I leaned in until her body pressed against mine, the warmth of her breasts making my cock harden. I could smell the sweet scent of her skin as my mouth hovered over her ear.

“Do you need me to fuck that attitude out of you, baby?”

She shuddered, her fingers seizing in the front of my shirt. “What if I did?”

This was a new development. My cock went rock hard, pressing up against the zipper of my pants. My God, she knew what she was doing, giving it right back to me like she knew what she was getting into. I pulled back, turning her head and letting my mouth hover over her lips.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I said softly.

Her lips parted and her dark eyes glittered. For a moment I thought about putting her back in the car and taking her home. Bringing her up to my room and fucking her in my bed. Giving it to her the way she wanted it. Soft and slow to start out and hard and deep to finish. Until she didn’t have an insolent word left in her, until her makeup and hair were ruined, until she was panting for words and weak in my arms.

The only problem with that was that she was a virgin. I couldn’t do that to her, not when it was her first time. I wanted her to enjoy it, to come on my cock again and again. To crawl back to me for more.

God, I wanted her like that. Down on her knees in front of me. Desperate. Wanting.

Stepping back, I took a moment to compose myself, adjusting my belt to cover my erection. She watched me, her breasts rising and falling quickly and her eyes glittering.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Better go on then,” I said roughly.

“But—”

I turned on her. “Sienna, I want you badly. But you are not ready for the things I want from you. So just…just don’t push it. Now…have a nice time with Magnolia.”


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