Page 2 of Pursuit of Love


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Eli: Sebastian’s proposing at the club. You’re not showing up in a sack, are you?

Cici: Ugh. I’m so excited! Have you seen the ring?

Eli: Of course. I helped pick it out.

Cici: Send me a picture!

Eli: I’ll consider it if you guarantee a replacement pair of sexy panties.

Cici: Meanie. You’ll have others for your collection soon.

Eli: None like yours.

Cici: You’re terrible. Goodnight.

Eli: Night, cutie.

August

Cici: It’s killing me not telling Lily I’m coming. Why do I have to wait?

Eli: Element of surprise. She might wonder why you’re visiting so soon. He doesn’t want her to have time to overthink it.

Cici: She’s not going to say no.

Eli: His anxiety is off the charts. Thank God it’s almost over so he’ll be normal again.

Cici: I can’t imagine normal is much better when it comes to your brother.

Eli: True. So since they’ll be fucking like rabbits afterward, what’s your plan for the night?

Cici: Staying at my brother’s.

Eli: I have a better idea. How about you come to my place and we do the same? It’s just one night.

Cici: I’ve heard that before.

Eli: I’ll make it worth your while.

Cici: I know you will. That’s not the problem.

Eli: Come on. You’ll return home a million miles away the next day. You know what I do to you.

Cici: I’ll think about it.

Eli: You better, because I can’t stop. In fact, it’s the only thing I’ve thought aboutsince you left.

Cici: …

Eli: Don’t tell me you haven’t.

Cici: Goodnight, Eli.

Eli: Night. See you in a couple weeks.

My breath stops the minute she steps into the darkened hallway. God, I’ve missed her. She’s positively stunning. The skintight red dress contrasts with her blonde hair to make her stand out like a beacon. I know what she really is, though: a siren with the ability to lure me to my death. The problem is, even knowing what fate awaits me, I’d still walk right toward her with my eyes wide open, if only to spend the last five minutes of my time on earth with her.

As my eyes roam her full length to check out those beautifully toned legs and hips that are begging to be gripped, I can’t help the first thing that comes to mind—she’s certainlynotwearing granny panties. It wouldn’t surprise me ifnopanties are underneath. My cock hardens at the thought.