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I put on another condom, positioned myself behind her, grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her, thrusting harder and harder into her tight, wet, velvety heat. I was in heaven, eyes closed, just lost in fucking.

And I was picturing Daisy. In my mind, it was her I was fucking. Just the thought almost made me blow my load immediately. Then the woman started slamming back against me, meeting me thrust for thrust, taking me harder and harder.

I gasped and doubled my efforts, going harder than I’d ever dared to before. And she loved it. She came apart, screamingand shaking as a full body orgasm rocked her.

I followed soon after, coming hard and grunting into her as I continued the brutal pace a few more times before collapsing over her back. The two of us lay there, a tangled mass of arms and legs while we regulated our breathing.

Then we finally got up and walked over to the sink area to help each other clean up.

“Thanks,” I said, not really knowing what to say.

“Oh, baby. Thankyou.” She leaned forward, gave me a deep, very sexual kiss, and pulled back. “I hope to see you again soon. I’m a lawyer in town and a member here at Cayenne. I hang out here a few nights a week.” She winked at me, turned and walked out the door.

Before I’d even had time to re-group, Nico knocked and walked in before I could tell him to.

“Want me to send another couple of girls in here?”

Was he kidding?

God. I didn’t know. I’d just had two of the best sexual experiences of my life. Part of me just wanted to go home and enjoy the memories.

“I think I’m ready to head home,” I admitted.

“Not a problem. I’ll have the limo drop you back at your penthouse. I’m going to go enjoy some of the activities myself. But Jack? I’ll be looking forward to hearing from you about touring the rest of the clubs and signing membership papers. Just give me a call.” He winked and walked me out, making sure I found my way to the limo.

Part of me wanted to sign those membership papers as soon as he could put them in front of me.

But the other part? The larger part?

It only wanted a certain dark-haired, green-eyed deli delivery girl.

Cayenne had done the opposite of what I’d wanted it to do. Instead of making me forget Daisy, it just confirmed what I’d been afraid of.

Iwanted Daisy.

I’d thought about her almost the whole time I’d been fucking two beautiful women. I’d come here to get laid and get my mind off the woman I was desperately trying not to become obsessed with.

But that hadn’t happened, and now I knew it was a lost cause.

Daisy was meant to be mine.

Now I just had to figure out—what was I going to do about it?

CHAPTER SIX

Daisy

“Mom. Calm down, I can’t hear you.”

My mother’s sobs hurt my heart, but I knew that I didn’t have to be too worried. It wasn’t likely to be about any of my sisters. They were all well-behaved and responsible, like I’d always been. When you grow up like we had, having to be the one to take care of yourself and your mom instead of the other way around, childhood was short.

No, I knew this was more than likely still over her divorce. It had been long enough now, that I was afraid her depression was no longer situational. Even though it stemmed from not having a man in her life.

Mom had a man problem and had her entire life. From when she was a teenager and got pregnant with me, until now, still sad over a divorce she hadn’t wanted—she’d always put the men in her life first.

But even I had to admit that this time was different. I think she’d really been in love with my most recent stepfather. I’d never known her to cry long over a man; usually she was back out looking for the next one within a week or so. But not now. Instead, my oldest sister, Hy, had warned me that Mom hadn’t been getting out of bed until well after noon ever since my stepfather Keith had moved out.

But she couldn’t keep on like this. If she wasn’t going to take care of my sisters, at least I was relieved to know that they were old enough to mainly take care of themselves. They were all still in school, though, and couldn’t very well run the flower shop for her.