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laughing and tipping back their Solo cups filled with beer they’ve been sneaking from a cooler.

The boys walk away, one of them complaining that it’s not fair because he wasn’t able to wrestle me. The girl slowly raises from her seated form, her eyes on me the entire time. “Cute dog.”

Roarke unwinds Lucy’s leash from the tree. “Time to see Nickel, girl.” He pats her head and swings the backpack over his shoulder.

Leaning into my ear, he whispers, “I’m glad for the interruption because I can’t wait much longer to have you.”

I don’t feel any different and if there hadn’t been so many people around, who knows what might have happened on that blanket in the park.

When I’m with Roarke, I forget who I am, where I am—everything revolves around him and I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Lucy runs after Nickel the minute Roarke unleashes her inside his condo.

“You’re going to regret having us here,” I say, placing my purse on the entry table.

He sets my overnight bag that he insisted we pick up on the way over down by the door along with Lucy’s leash.

“I regret nothing when it comes to you.” His chest hits my back, his hands sliding up my ribcage. “Remember what I said at the park?”

I nod.

“You know I never say anything without following through.”

I nod again, the warmth between my legs intensifying the farther his hands venture.

“I’ll let you choose. Breakfast bar, dining room table or bed?”

“Tough choice,” I say, tapping my chin in jest. “I’ll go with bedroom.”

He spins me around, bends down, and lifts me over his shoulder. “Roarke!” As I hang there, he splays his hand possessively on my ass and his fingertips slide under the elastic seam of my panties, finding the wetness between my legs.

I’m familiar with the journey to his bedroom. He’s carried me to bed a few times when I fell asleep on the couch. And we’ve been in this exact position on more than one occasion.

I’ll admit—I don’t hate the whole caveman thing all of the time.

He flops me down on the bed and my body bounces up in the air. “Thanks for being gentle.”

He strips off his t-shirt and moves for his belt. “I’m not feeling very gentle today.”

I eye him, rising to my knees and crawling toward him.

His shorts fall to the ground and he kicks them out of the way leaving him in a pair of black boxer briefs.

My nail scrapes along the prominent bulge in the front and my lips cast small kisses on his chest. “I think we should get you some red boxer briefs or blue ones at the very least.”

He stares down at me with a smirk. “You don’t like my underwear selection?”

God, he’s so gorgeous. How am I here with him right now?

“I just think black is kind of boring.”

His hand molds to my cheek turning my face up to his. I cup his package, my thumb running over the tip.

“Do you think I’m boring?”

I lick up his torso, crawling off the bed one leg at a time until I prop up on my tiptoes, grabbing each side of his face. “You? Boring? Not in the slightest.”

This time I control the kiss. It’s my tongue sliding in his mouth. It’s my lips devouring his. He stands there, his hands venturing up under my shirt and unhooking my bra. The strapless satin falls to the floor and my pebbled nipples brush along the fabric of my tank top, only growing harder.

“Hmm…” he moans.

His fingertips inch up my chest and goose bumps are left in their wake. My breasts ache to feel his strong palms massaging them.

I break the kiss before I let him take control. “I’m not feeling very gentle either.”

I fall to my knees, taking each side of his boxers down with me until they pool at his ankles. He steps out of them and I push them to the side coming face-to-face with his engorged length.

Roarke has a lot of things to brag about and wonder cock is one of them. It points up to his navel and his balls are drawn in tight. He’s already halfway there and I imagine once I take him in my mouth, he’ll become unglued in a matter of minutes.

“I want you to fuck my mouth,” I say as my hand wraps around his length and my mouth covers the tip. My tongue slides along the ridges of his shaft and back around to the tip.

“Damn, Firecracker. You’re