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“My only mistake was not choosing her.”

She made a soft sound that had my breath catching in my throat and my dick growing hard.

My mind chanted the same thing over and over, like some kind of fucking caveman. Mine.

Rule number five: no falling in love.

“There you are, Trouble. I’ve been looking for you.”

“Christ, man, you were laughing.” Lucas looked at me with genuine shock. I wasn’t a big laugher; I tried not to think too hard about why.

And when she laughed… Fucking bottle that shit up and sell it to all the lonely men out there because it felt like coming home.

I was sure it would be years before I could smell an orange and not think of her.

“Put this behind your back.” I tossed her a pillow, and she caught it before it collided with her face, eyes round with shock.

She bit her bottom lip while leaning closer to me.

My thumb ran along her bite mark, pulling her lip free. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about soothing this spot with my tongue.”