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Goldie: I hate you. I am so horny right now, I can’t even see straight.
I grin.
ME: No, you don't, baby. See you later.
Three dots. Then:
Goldie: You're a dead man, Ace Sterling.
ME: Make sure I die with your pussy on my face.
I toss the phone on the dash and drive home with the windows down and the taste of her still on my lips.
I've been waiting a long ass time for this.
She's worth every goddamn second.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Harper
Song- THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND, Bad Omens.
Hudson hadn't even fully pulled out of my parents' driveway before I was jumping in my own car and racing back to Sterling Ranch.
I didn't say goodbye properly. I didn't check my hair. I didn't grab the overnight bag I'd packed like a sensible adult. I just grabbed my keys, kissed my mom on the cheek, told her I'd call her tomorrow, and drove.
I've been stashing more and more clothes at Ace's lately, so I don't even need to get changed. My toothbrush is in his bathroom. My shampoo is in his shower. My favorite mug has migrated to the left side of his kitchen cupboard like it belongs there. Because it does.
All I want is Ace.
He owes me an orgasm. And I owe him an apology for showing up at his bar with Hudson earlier. That situation needs addressing before it festers, because I saw the look on his facewhen Hudson's hand touched my back, and I never want to see it again.
I park next to his truck and sprint out of the car, grabbing my purse. I don't even get to knock. The door swings open, and my breath catches.
For a few seconds, I just stare at him.
Gray sweatpants. Shirtless. Backward hat. The tattoos that are there just for me. Eight pack. The V-line disappearing below the waistband. The sweatpants sitting so low on his hips that my brain short-circuits.
I've died and gone to heaven with my panties soaked.
He smirks, resting one arm on the doorframe, like he knows exactly what he looks like and exactly what it's doing to me.
"Well? You coming in? Or just going to stare at me?"
I shake my head and look into those brown eyes, crossing my arms over my chest.
"I might just stare for a little while longer."
He laughs, leans forward, and grabs my hand, yanking me inside. The door closes behind me, and he presses my back against it, tipping my chin up with his thumb. His body is warm and bare and inches away from mine.
"Hi, Goldie," he whispers against my lips.
"Acey," I breathe.
His lips hover over mine. Close enough that I can feel the heat of his mouth. He doesn't kiss me.
"Stop teasing me. Please," I say, looking at him through my lashes.
