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let myself be caught either.”
    “I’ve caught you. A couple of times. And I definitely care about the real you.” He took another step
    closer, pressed his body against hers. Her sharp intake of breath indicated she felt the hard length of his
    cock, and he let his lips rest at the base of her neck.
    “You think you’ve caught me.” She shivered at the touch of his lips, and he smiled against her skin,
    slid his mouth up.
    “Oh I’ll catch you, Scarlett. Just you watch.” He kissed the side of her neck, marveled at the softness
    of her skin, the scent of her, sweetly intoxicating.
    “Arrogant as usual,” she said, but she didn’t sound like her usual irritated self. No, she sounded
    aroused. Just the way he wanted her.
    “Hmm, I like to think of it as confident.” He whirled her around in his arms, pushing the hair away
    from her face before he drew her in closer. She gazed up at him, wide dark eyes searching his features, her
    tongue sneaking out to wet her lips.
    He groaned, leaned his forehead against hers. “You make me crazy.”
    “You make me crazy, too.”
    “Yeah but I don’t think in the same way as you’re talking about.”
    She laughed, and he loved the sound. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
    “I have no idea.” And he really didn’t. The woman drove him half mad with lust and sometimes made
    him so angry he nearly ground his teeth into powder. Her contradictions kept him on constant edge.
    And yet he stuck around, wanted more. Something whispered deep inside of him that this woman was
    worth it.
    More than worth it.
    “I don’t deserve it. Your kindness.” She skimmed her fingers down his chest, her touch burning him
    through the cotton of his shirt. They landed on the waistband of his jeans, her index finger curling through
    one of his belt loops and tugging him closer.
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    “Sure you do.” He could barely speak—he was so aroused. She was touching him freely, with no
    encouragement and he didn’t want to ruin it. He didn’t want her to stop.
    “We’re just using each other.” She toyed with the belt loop, her finger sliding up and down before
    going completely up to slip beneath his jeans and touch bare skin. He sucked in a harsh breath at her simple
    touch.
    “I’m not using you. I swear.” He held his breath as her other hand went to the snap of his jeans and
    undid it, sure fingers sliding open the zipper. She touched his lower stomach, exposed just above his
    underwear, her fingers tracing the line of hair that grew from his navel on down.
    “Liar,” she whispered, her gaze solely focused on her fingers on his skin. “If you fuck me right now,
    could you make me forget?”
    Jesus. His throat froze, no sound coming out and his cock jerked against the thin cotton of his boxer
    briefs. “Is that what you want?” he asked when he finally found his voice.
    “Yes. Take me to bed, Trevor.” She whispered her invitation and then she looked up at him, her eyes
    blazing with so much heat he was scorched. “Will you do that for me? Help me forget?”
    “What do you want to forget?” He moaned when her fingers slipped beneath his underwear and
    grazed the tip of his cock. She smoothed circles across the head, lubricating his cock with pre-come.
    “Everything but you.” She pulled his cock out of his underwear completely, her hand circling around
    him and starting a slow, thorough glide. “And me.”
    He couldn’t deny her that, didn’t want to either. “Then let’s go to bed, sweetheart.”
    Trevor planned on helping her forget all night long.
    The man definitely knew how to make her forget.
    Scarlett lay naked in Trevor’s arms, in the middle of his giant bed. His mouth fused with hers, his
    hands wandering over her, setting off sparks of heat wherever he touched. His hard cock brushed against
    her stomach, and she reached for him, wrapping her fingers around his thick length.
    A ragged groan escaped him as he tried to