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Hunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse Duet #2)(211)

Author:H. D. Carlton

“Fuck, Addie!”

My head kicks back, and an orgasm rocks through me, stealing my breath and vision. I’m blind from how deeply it crashes through me, ropes of cum filling her so thoroughly, it leaks past her entrance and pools beneath us.

The sounds that burst from my throat are unrestrained, my voice hoarse with all-consuming ecstasy.

It takes several minutes for my sight to return, and when it does, I find Addie on her stomach, heaving for breath and appearing on the verge of blacking out.

Struggling to catch my own breath, I gently pull out of her and flop onto my back, my head still swimming.

But I refuse to leave her like that, so I force myself up and into the bathroom where I grab a small cloth and wet it with warm water.

When I return to her, I gently clean her up, making sure there’s no blood from any tearing. I'll have to get some ointment for her anyway since she’ll be sore.

“Next time,” she mumbles into the bed. “I’m running from you.”

I grin, reaching over to grab a rose from the nightstand and then tuck it in her ear, whispering, “You know how much I love to chase you, baby.”

“You’re a menace,” she grumbles, grabbing the rose from her hair and twirling the smooth stem in her fingers. She gasps when a ring falls from it and rolls onto the bed.

As if it’s a spider, she hesitantly picks it up, spinning it to get a good look. It’s a white gold band shaped in a vine with tiny white jewels encrusted into it. The band forms into a rose made up of bright red rubies.

“There aren’t any diamonds in it,” I murmur.

She swallows, and croaks, “Are you proposing because you’re in love with me or because I gave you anal?”

I tip my head back, a laugh working from my throat. And when I drop my head down again, a smile still on my face, she’s sliding the ring onto her finger.

“Don’t answer that. You’ll make me change my mind if you say it’s because you’re in love with me. I want to be rewarded for the anal.”

My grin widens, and I roll her over to me, kissing her bare shoulder. “I do love you, you know?”

“I know,” she whispers. “And I’ll marry you anyway because I love you, too.”

I’ll never get tired of hearing her say that.

“Hey, Zade?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Thank you for bringing me the happy vapors.”

I bite my lip, feeling my chest crack from how fucking addicted I am to this girl.

I was wrong.

Heaven isn’t a place you go to when you die, it’s inside the person that’s worth dying for.

“Addie?”

“Yeah?”

I bring my mouth close to her ear, delighting in the way she shivers. I’m already hard for her again, my obsession limitless.

“Run, little mouse.”

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I have a lot of people to thank, but I always start with my readers. You all are the light of my life, and I am so very grateful for each and every one of you. Thank you for continuing to support me, even when I have trouble understanding why.

To my alphas—May, Amanda, and Tasha—you three are probably sick of me by now. I complain a lot, and gripe about how badly I suck and how awful these books are, and y‘all just continue to shoulder it. But seriously, I don’t know what I’d do without any of you. Probably have even shittier books. I think I’d actually die without you guys, and I will never ever find the words in the dictionary to express how much I love you guys. Don’t ever leave me.

A special thanks to Autumn for getting this book on track. You helped me with this book more than you know, and I will forever be grateful for you. And to my other betas, thank you for putting up with such a shoddy version of these books and help making them better.

Angie—I don’t know why the hell you put up with me, either, but I’m greedy and will forever keep you anyway. Thank you for sticking by me and always being so damn reliable, warm, and just a fantastic friend. I love you.

Rumi—you’re stuck with me, too. Thank you for doing such an incredible job cleaning this hunky-monkey up and making it purdy.

Of course, a special thanks to Cat for these BEAUTIFUL covers, and to Chelsea for making the guts look pretty.