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She eagerly obeyed my command, pulling herself up to her knees and resting on her forearms. When I kneeled behind her and brought my erection up to her, a moan slipped from my throat, the need to lose myself in her a strong compulsion I was too weak to resist.

“Gideon, please,” she begged when I didn’t immediately thrust into her. “I need to feel you. Need to feel whole again.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. Her words alone should have been enough for me to walk away. It was the right thing to do. The honorable thing to do.

But I wasn’t an honorable man.

Not anymore. I stopped being honorable the second Liam Pierce pointed a gun at me and fired.

So instead, I drove inside of her with ruthless abandon, using her to chase away my demons.

Even if it was the last time I ever would.

Chapter Fifteen

Imogene

I blinked my eyes open and slowly roused myself from sleep, my body deliciously sore after last night’s calisthenics.

When I agreed to go out for a few drinks with my mom, the last thing I expected was for Gideon to show up at the same bar. And I certainly never expected for him to apologize.

I thought I was the one in the wrong. Not him.

Still, he wouldn’t let me shoulder the full blame for our falling out.

It was something Samuel always did, too.

But instead of resorting to my old ways, I pushed the notion aside. I almost lost Gideon because I was stuck in the past.

No more.

Now, I would only live in the present.

Like I should have done years ago.

I rolled over in bed, expecting to find Gideon sleeping beside me, but he wasn’t there, the sheets cool. Instead, a folded piece of stationary was in his place.

I picked it up and smiled at his masculine handwriting.

Which looked nothing like Samuel’s.

Because he wasn’t Samuel.

Imogene,

You looked so peaceful that I didn’t want to wake you. I’ve taken the liberty of having some clothes delivered for you. They’re in the top drawer of the dresser. Of course, if you’d prefer to stay naked, you won’t hear any complaints from me.

Yours,

G

It was probably nothing for a man with his resources, but it meant a lot that he made sure I had daytime attire so I didn’t have to do the walk of shame wearing my dress from last night in such a luxurious hotel. This was just the type of person Gideon Saint was. He may have tried to convince me he wasn’t a good person on countless occasions, but I saw past his tough exterior to the compassionate man hidden beneath the layers of scars. I would never take that man for granted again.

Climbing out of bed, I headed toward the dresser and opened the top drawer, finding yoga pants, jeans, some fresh underwear, as well as a few t-shirts, all the correct size and the same style I typically wore.

As thoughtful as the gesture was, I had another idea.

Biting my lower lip to reel in my smile, I opened the closet door and examined Gideon's crisp suits, opting for one of his oversized dress shirts instead. I fastened only a few of the bottom buttons, leaving quite a bit of my cleavage exposed. Then I slipped out of the bedroom and into the living room.