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her mouth as if she’d seen a ghost. “Cruze? Oh, my God, Cruze!”
    â€œAre you gonna invite me in?” he asked, looking over his shoulder.
    Nodding, she moved aside, allowing him entry. Then, after closing and locking the door, she fell into his arms and buried her head in his chest. Clinging to him, she murmured his name over and over. Her slender body trembled and when she lifted her head, Cruze saw the tears that streaked her face.
    â€œAw, don’t cry, Laila. Shh,” he whispered, stroking her hair. “Come on, baby, don’t cry.”
    â€œHow could you?” she sobbed, looking up at him, her eyes filled with pain and relief. “Leaving all of a sudden, the way you did . . . you hurt me to my heart, Cruze.”
    Shit. He wasn’t up for a bunch of damn tears. He felt like dipping on her crying ass, but the slow throb in his pants reminded him of why he was there in the first place. For some pussy.
    â€œShit got crazy,” he said apologetically, “and I had to get ghost,but I never meant to hurt you.” He wiped her tears and then brushed his lips against her cheek and her neck, then cupped her ass as he smoothly walked her backward down the hall toward her bedroom.
    In her room, he stepped back from her and came out of his hoodie and pulled off his shirt. Sniffling, Laila cried harder. “It’s been over a year, and not once did you ever try to contact me. How could you do me like that, Cruze?” She angrily pounded his chest with her fists.
    Cruze caught her wrists, and held them tightly. “I didn’t have a choice. I had to wait until the air cleared. But I’m here, now. I’m back.”
    â€œAre you here to stay?”
    Cruze bit his bottom lip and nodded. “Yeah, baby.” He hated to have to lie to her. Laila was a sweet girl and had been hopelessly in love with him for years. Although the feelings weren’t mutual, she deserved better than being treated like a random ho, but with his dick on lump, he had no choice. He wanted to fuck.
    Figuring he’d done enough talking, Cruze began to unzip his jeans.
    Insulted, Laila scowled. “Really, Cruze? After all this time, you’re still as disrespectful as ever—coming here thinking I’m supposed to just spread my legs and let you fuck me. I can’t believe you! Without any explanation of where your ass has been, you come up in here and start stripping out of your clothes, expecting me to let you jump back into the pussy—with no questions asked. I’m not giving you shit until I know where the fuck you’ve been.” Eyes narrowed, hand on hip—she waited.
    Cruze reached for her. “Come on, babe, it’s not like that. With my lifestyle . . .” He paused and shook his head. “You already know the kind of world I move in, and there’s a lot of shit you don’t need to know. I’m not deliberately being cold. Do you think I like keepingshit bottled up inside? I’d love to be able to come home to you and share my troubles, but right now, the less you know, the better off you are.”
    Cruze watched as a range of emotions crossed Laila’s face. He was certain that his remark about coming home to her had given her hope and weakened her resolve. When her features finally relaxed, it was clear he’d successfully torn down the barriers she’d put up.
    â€œThe only thing I can tell you, Laila, is that I missed you so bad, it hurt,” he added to speed up the process of getting some dick relief.
    She swallowed as her anger subsided and her heart softened. “I missed you, too,” she confessed. Her voice cracked and she seemed to be working herself up to more tears.
    Oh, shit. Please don’t start crying, again!
    Horny as fuck, Cruze swallowed hard as his intense gaze roamed over her pert breasts and down to the crotch of her yoga pants where a pussy print was evident. Filled with