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Every Second With You = Sex. Love. Addiction. Heartache. Pain. And Hope. In the sequel to the bestselling THE THRILL OF IT, Harley and Trey face new challenges that will make battling blackmail, sex addiction, and a virgin call girl past look easy I used to think love was a lie. Now I know its real, powerful, and I dont want to lose itBut my future scares me, and theres no way this can be happening, especially since Ive finally broken free from all the people who wanted pieces of me. I dont even know how to start over, but I have to find a way. So when I discover what my mothers been keeping from me, it doesnt make me hate her. It gives me hope for a new life, outside of New York. But the ties that bind me to this city are so strong, sometimes they are chains. If only I could leave with Trey... I will do anything for her. She owns me, heart, mind and body. But when Harley tells me this, I am rocked to the core, and terrified of what happens next. Especially when this time its not her past that chases me, its someone from my own. And that someone is messing with my head when Im trying to be strong for Harley. But all I really want is to escape with the girl I loveFor the rest of our lives. How can you move forward when the past keeps chasing you?

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Every Second With You

No Regrets - 2

by

Lauren Blakely

This book is dedicated to my readers, to every single one of you lovely, awesome, amazing people.

Thank you for making dreams come true

xoxo

Lauren

Chapter One

Harley

The moonlight streams across his beautiful face, but I cant bear to look at him. I stare out the window; the slats of the blinds chop silver streaks from the moon that shine through my room, and I wish I were anywhere but here, on top of the covers, in bed with the man I love, on the night of my twentieth birthday. I dont know how to be false or fake with Trey, but I dont know how to tell him the truth right now, either.

Hey, he says softly, brushing strands of hair from my forehead. Are you feeling better?

I wince inside, but put on a brave face for him, adjusting the pillow to busy myself, as if its absolutely vital to find the perfect alignment for my head. Anything to avoid eye contact as we lie side by side, the pinball machine sounds of late-night New York City mingling with Sara Bareilles playing on my phone.

My head still hurts, I mumble, rubbing my palm roughly against my forehead to exorcise the headache I dont have. I couldnt very well tell him that my stomach hurt. That Id thrown up my birthday cake. I might as well put an advertisement on my forehead saying Im preggers. And thats the one thing I cant tell him. Not yet. Not tonight.

I claimed I had a migraine from the stifling August heat, and it had made me nauseous. I only wish I had a migraine. Id welcome a headache from hell with open arms, because a headache would go away.

Instead I will spend the night in this strange twilight state of hiding the truth from Trey on the outside, while on the inside Im grappling with the massive detour my future just slammed in front of me. And its so damn unfair. Ive been running a race for so long, an endless, ragged one, and I finally crossed the yellow tape of the finish line, triumphant on the other side of love, and hope, and possibility. And now its as if an invisible hand has plucked me from the ground and sent me straight back to the starting line.

Only this time I have even more to lose. I have everything to lose.

Do you need an ibuprofen?

He believes me. Of course he believes me.

I took one already. Just waiting for it to kick in, I say, but theres nothing true in those words.

I want to be honest with him, but I dont have an earthly clue how to say the only words that could scare him off. Not just far, far away, but to another time zone. Another continent. And not for the usual reasons a guy would be freaked out to have a pregnant girlfriend, but because of what it means to him.

Loss.

I cling to the faint hope that the test was wrong, that I can retake it tomorrow morning. I exhale hard, wishing for one pink line so desperately I feel as if Im clutching the possibility of it in my hands, a precious, fragile thing.

Trey skims his hand along my bare arm. I hate that you dont feel well. Not just because its your birthday, but because I dont want you to ever hurt, Trey says. His touch feels so comforting and reassuring, and yet I dont deserve it because Im lying to him. I shift my gaze around the dark room to the closet door, the open window, and the sky blue dresser I snagged from a woman in the building next door when she was moving out.

Hopefully itll be gone in the morning, I say; and thats more than a hope, its me begging the universe.

He leans in and kisses my forehead, pressing his soft lips against me in the most tender, caring way. But Ill take care of you. You know that, right?

Sure, I say, but I dont actually know that. Thats what people promise to each other, but words are easy. Backing them up is the hard part. Will he take care of me if he knows why I dont feel well? Will he take care of me when Im big and round and fat? Will he take care of a kid?

Because, you know, I could be a really good nurse, dont you think? he says with a sly smile, then raises his voice, affecting a high-pitched tone. Do you need a cold compress, sweetie? How about a sponge bath?

Despite the ominous feeling in my chest, I manage one small laugh. I try not to let on that Im withering inside. I play along with him instead, making eye contact finally. I nearly melt when I look into his beautiful green eyeseyes that know me inside and out, that make me want to spill everything to him. But I know how to pretend, so I fake happiness. Nurse Trey now, is it?

He lowers his voice, making it deep again as he runs his hand along my hip, tugging me close. Ive got just what the doctor ordered.

I want to laugh. I want to be fun and silly. I wish we were having just a normal night, so I try it on for size. What did the doctor order?

The doctor says you need another birthday present, he says into my ear, his breath hot against my neck. He presses his lips to my skin, and Im tempted to let my mind go blank, to drug myself in the moment as he burns a trail of kisses to the hollow of my throat. His lips find mine, and he brushes me softly, then in seconds, he deepens the kiss. I nearly cry because I want terribly to stop time and kiss like this all night long, and all my life, too, but it feels like an injection of a false reality, and I know itll all fade by morning.

I break the kiss.

I think I just need to sleep, I say, and then I turn over, and stare at the shadows crawling across the wall, my companions in furtiveness.

He kisses the back of my neck gently, easily shedding the heated potential of a moment ago. Feel better, Harley, he whispers. I loved spending your birthday with you. I love you.

I love you too, I say as I close my eyes.

Then he tucks the covers around me. He spoons me, his strong body curving around mine. For the first time since weve been together, were going to bed to sleep. In minutes, his breathing turns slow and rhythmic. Hes never had trouble falling asleep, nor have I.

But tonight, I dont sleep. I lie awake, my mind both a speedway and a traffic jam. Im racing, darting, but I keep returning to the same stalled-out shoulder on the road. Replaying how this could have happened. Trying to pinpoint the time when the condom failed.

The night in his tattoo parlor? Or maybe the time after we all went out to see a band? Or the quickie in the bathroom at the coffee shop a few weeks ago? Because we dont hold backwe come together. Over and over, bodies slamming into each other, lips joining in a frenzy, consumed with need, and want, and heat.

But when it happened is irrelevant.

What matters is whats next, and where we go from here. I dont have a clue how to be a mother. Hell, I dont even know what I want to do with my life. Im only halfway finished with college, and having a baby isnt anywhere on the curriculum. But this is the real kick in the pantsI cant think of two people less equipped to be parents than Trey Westin and me. The former sex addict, and the ex-call girl. Were the butt of a joke.

* * *

When the sun blares through the window the next day, it might as well be shouting Lifes a bitch, sucker. Try to hit this curveball.

I shower and dress quickly.

Trey stretches languidly in bed, his arms rising above his head, the covers snaking down to his waist. His beautiful chest is on display, his body a canvas for art, from the birds on his pecs to the sunbursts on his shoulder.

Usually, I savor this sight. Now, as I stand in the doorway, I want him out of my bed so badly. I want to kick him out of my apartment with my combat boots, and then run, run, run like a madwoman to Duane Reade.

He smiles lazily at me as if this is just another day. Not Judgement Day. Want to get some bagels?

I shake my head. I forgot I had a paper due. I need to go turn it in.

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