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“Is that right?” he asked in a devilish tone, breathing into the side of my neck, making shivers crawl up my skin and throughout my entire body. “You’re not being a good girl.” Before I could retort, he slapped my pussy, catching me off guard and my body jolted forward. “You want me to finish you off?”

“If you don’t, I’ll kill you.”

He smiled with nothing but mischief in his eyes. “Then answer my question.”

“Ugh!” I fell back against the bed. “Four.”

His eyes glazed over with a predatory regard that made my stomach flutter.

“Including me,” he stated as a question.

“Yes.”

He leaned forward, close to my mouth. “Was one of them good ol’ fucking Charlie, Cherry?”

“I’m not answering that.”

“Oh, you’ll answer it.”

“I don’t want you to get him fired.”

“You just did.”

“Julian! You better leave him alone.”

His fingers slid back inside me, causing my back to arch. “Did any of them make you come?”

Giving him what he sought, I admitted, “No.”

“I’ll tell you why,” he adamantly affirmed. “It’s because I’m the only man who knows where and how to touch you, I know how to lick you and how hard to fuck you.” His voice was laced with possession. “You’re mine, Autumn. I’m yours. Always and forever, kid.”

I whimpered into his mouth, but he quickly repositioned his face in between my legs and I just about came undone when I felt his tongue on my clit—licking, sucking, tasting. Devouring me as if he had something to prove.

“Say it,” he insisted, eating and finger fucking me still. “Who do you belong to?”

“Not a chance.”

Deeply, he growled, for a much different reason that time. “You don’t have to say it. Your squirting pussy will do it for you.”

“Julian…” I let go, coming all over his face and fingers.

After I was done riding the high that was Julian Locke, he looked profoundly into my eyes as he got up off the bed. Slipping his fingers into his mouth, he licked them clean.

Simply stating, “Your pussy doesn’t hate me, Autumn. You still taste as sweet as ever.”

Chapter TWENTY-FOUR

—Autumn—

We didn’t talk for the rest of the flight. What could we say after that? It was a clusterfuck. Now we were sitting in the backseat of an SUV, Julian was on the phone yelling at someone while I looked out the window, lost in my own thoughts as the driver drove us to my home. I was a wrecking ball of emotions, good and bad. I couldn’t believe I allowed him to touch me. I didn’t think it through. All I did was evoke more feelings I thought were long gone.

They weren’t.

They were staring me in the face, like a fucking beacon of bright lights. Blinding my sight with nothing but conflicting emotions about him, us, our family.

Shit. Did I just say our family? You’re not a family, Autumn. He’s the father of your child. You’re moving in with him for Capri to get to know him with you being there to make the transition easier for her. This is for your daughter.

Not. For. You.

Not. For. Him.

I repeated the words, desperately trying to believe them. I should have never let him touch me. It just added more fire to our already blazing inferno.

“Robert,” Julian bit. “You either make it happen or I’ll find someone who will.” With that, he abruptly hung up his call.

“Wow, you’re just peachy keen to everyone today.”

Smirking, he placed his cellphone back into his suit jacket. “You of all people should know my patience wears thin.”

“You are aware our daughter is going to test all your limits, right?”

“She’s different.”

“How? Patience is not your virtue. You just admitted it yourself.”

“I have over nine years to make up for, Autumn. My patience is going to be endless when it comes to her.”

“We’ll see.” I looked at the driver. “You can pull up to my window and I’ll punch in my code into the security box.”

“Or you could just give it to him.”

My gaze shifted to Julian’s statement. “I don’t want you to have access to my neighborhood.”

“We’re back to this?”

I ignored him, dialing the code.

“Let me guess, it’s either your birthday or Capri’s?”

“Nope.”

“Would you tell me if it was?”

“Nope.” I looked at the driver. “It’s the house at the end of the road, 2473.”

He nodded through the mirror and moments later we were pulling into my driveway. My home was beautiful, it was three stories, coastal living kind of vibes since we were on the water. It was perfect for Capri, Emily, and me. Emily was our nanny, she’d been with us since Capri was three. I actually met her through one of my mom’s friends, she was around her age, and had moved with us through a couple of cities and states. She was the best and we were lucky to have her.

“You did good for yourself, kid. Your home is beautiful. I’m sure Capri has fond memories here.”