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Why hadn’t he called me? I was his girl. He said so.

Don’t you call your girl?

He probably forgot about me while he’d been gone wherever he went. Maybe he found someone else to occupy his time. He’d never said we were exclusive, in fact, he’d said the opposite. I bit my lip, but Dare wasn’t here to kiss it.

My mood soured by the time I closed the shop and trudged up the stairs to my apartment. I thought about making PB and J, but I’d set out ingredients for BLTs this morning. I put the bacon in the oven and sliced up the tomato and lettuce, trying not to think about where Dare might be. Did he fuck one of those fake-tit girls?

Scrubbing my face with my hands, I dismissed my dark thoughts. Four days away and I imagined him cheating on me because he hadn’t called. In a month, he’d transformed my life, filling up all the empty spaces.

Why had I let him do that? Hell, I’d encouraged him. And now I paid the consequences.

Braham, you need a freaking life.

A knock had me bolting to the door. I peeked through the security peephole to see Dare. My heart raced as I threw the door open wide. Before he was two steps in, he scooped me in his arms and kissed the sense out of me. We were almost to my bedroom when the buzzer on the oven went off. I broke the kiss and turned away before he could suck me back. I turned off the buzzer and set the perfectly cooked bacon on top of the stove while Dare stood in the doorway fucking me with his eyes.

“You hungry?” I asked, not sure what I wanted him to eat, me or the bacon.

“Starved.” He leered at me. He snatched bacon off the pan.

“For?” I backed away as he prowled forward.

“All of it.”

My hard nipples pointed through my T-shirt, like they were raising their hand and saying “pick me, pick me.”

He threw me over his shoulder with my head dangling down his back.

“Your ass is perfection.”

“Glad you enjoy the view.”

He carried me like that to my bedroom before he dropped me on my bed.

I squealed on the way down and scrambled up the bed to flip on the light. I planned to enjoy the show. Naked, he held up his jeans to pull out a condom. “Gonna need this fast. Missed you.”

The words struck like an arrow to my heart, and emotion exploded inside me. Hell, it was almost a declaration of love. I shucked off my clothes in record speed. Then I kneeled in the middle of the bed on all fours, with my ass up.

“Red,” he growled.

I crawled back toward the side of the bed. “Fuck me, now.”

He growled and scooted me back until my toes hung over the edge of the bed and his body cupped mine.

His hand trailed the slit of my sex. I arched my back, pushing my ass toward him. The wrapper tore, and then his hands dug into my hips, and his cock slid between the lips of my pussy and inside me. His strokes, strong and fast, ratcheted up my desire. Passion clouded my senses as I rocked into his groin.

“Missed this ass.” He smacked it hard.

I yelled and hoped he did it again.

“Missed this pussy.” He hitched his hip, and I wanted to weep.

Leaning forward, he propped himself with one hand and tweaked my nipple. “Your nipples teased me at the door.”

I moved faster, feeling the build inside me. “Dare...Dare....” I chanted his name. My toes clenched and knees tightened. My movements frantic, I lost the ability to form words. Sounds came from me as I raced for the feeling. The one I’d missed.

His middle finger pulsed against my clit and I burst with a scream that held all my pent-up frustration. His hands squeezed my ass tight.

I bent on my elbows and bounced my ass into him. His hands flexed and then he bellowed his own release, pumping into me. He fell on top of me, but braced his weight on his forearms. His lips kissed the back of my neck and his cock twitched inside me. I wiggled my ass and he groaned.

While he was in the bathroom, I threw on a T-shirt, not bothering with underwear. I felt naughty without underwear, especially with the edge of my ass showing under the shirt. In my tiny kitchen, I assembled BLTs, but didn’t put mayo on Dare’s until I asked him. People loved or hated mayo.

The bathroom door opened, and I yelled, “Mayo or no mayo.”

“Whatever you did.”

I added mayo to his and handed him a plate.

He smacked my ass when I walked past, which stung in the best way the whole time we ate. Once we were finished I carried the plates into the kitchen.

As I headed back to him, he patted his lap, so I laid my head down and looked up at him. His hand skimmed my hip and I suppressed a shiver, already craving him again.

“I hate traveling. It blows.” He moved his hand over my hair, all messy from bed. “Finished the meeting and drove straight through to you. When I climbed your step, I worried you might not be home.” He smirked at me. “Glad you answered.”