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**SOME TEASERS CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT**
She reached the end of the pathway and there he sat on the picnic table waiting for her. He looked up and their eyes met. He stood up and smiled.
“Sorry, I’m a little late,” she said as she approached him.
“It’s okay. You’re here now.”
“Um, do you want to sit here and talk or go for a walk?” she asked while fidgeting with the bottom of her shirt.
“A walk sounds great.”
They walked in silence for a few minutes before Lance finally spoke. “I don’t know where to start.”
Van stopped walking and looked at him. “I guess maybe why you cut me out of your life. And don’t give the bullshit that is was for my own good!” Her words were sharper than she intended for them to be. He opened his mouth to say something, but she put up her hand and silenced him and then continued. “I was so in love with you, and I was sure you felt the same way. You were everything to me, you were all I had aside from Nikki. We were going to get married and have a family, when did that change? You having to move was a temporary issue. You didn’t even try, Lance. You just tossed me aside like I meant nothing to you at all. Maybe you can start by explaining that to me.” She blinked away the tears that threatened to fall and waited for his response.
She slid a hand inside his trousers and grabbed the solid, throbbing length of him with all the urgency she felt. The thick length swelled beneath her touch.
“Fuck.” His breath hissed out of his mouth in a rush, bathing her neck and raising her hunger to a level she’d never experienced. “Chloe, wait.”
He reached for her hand, but she tightened her grip and slid her palm along the velvet skin of his shaft. He cursed under his breath and looked at her like he wouldn’t mind screwing her into the floor. At that moment, Chloe would have been okay with that.
He reached between their bodies and pulled her hand from his slacks. She grumbled a wordless protest, and he laughed. At least it sounded strained.
“You’re the one celebrating, Miss Butler. If you kept doing that, this would be over way too soon.”
He reared up on his knees and she reached for him, but he batted her hands away. For the first time in her life, she pouted and the arrogant, pushy sod grinned.
Sander slid the straps of her dress down to her elbows, exposing her breasts to his gaze. Cool air mingled with his hot breath as he dipped his head down and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Her hands were bound to her side, so she couldn’t grab his hair and hold him to her chest like she wanted to. Chloe let out a frustrated moan.
Her hands stung and her eyes burned. She felt sorry for herself as she thought about the mess she had gotten into, and she turned her stinging hands to check the damage. They were bright red and radiated heat. The deep scratches were swollen and weepy; sticky drops of goop coated the raw skin. Never a good sign, she already knew that.
She started. Obviously, the woolly, heavy feeling in her head had overtaken her and she had dropped off to sleep as she waited. Her skin burned against in the coolness of the room.
"That's me." Her head hurt viciously, but now she realized her throat burned too.
"Captain Fielding is my name. I believe you and I can discuss BXM parts?" He lifted an eyebrow and she noted the captain had the most amazing blue eyes she had ever seen, teamed with long, black hair fastened at the back of his neck, high cheeks, and impossibly chiseled features. He had full, pink lips that would make a woman cry when they moved over hers. Huh? Where did that thought come from?
She blinked, dazed by the thought, and considered her plan of attack. "What? Oh, the BXM parts." She swallowed and felt the razor blades she was sure were in her neck slashing from the inside which then proceeded to burn. "They aren't mine. They never were."