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He could hear it in the way she moaned his name.

“Nic,” she whispered, and he had never been harder. He groaned against her, still fingering her and licking up and down her slit, not letting go as she begged him for release.

And that was what he gave her. Release.

“Let go for me.” He placed a thumb on her clit, whispering to her, and it seemed to be the cue she needed to explode.

Chapter 13

Abigail

Abigailrememberedthatevening,and she could feel her legs trembling… could still imagine the feeling of Dominic’s skin against her inner thigh.

It had been several days since her encounter with Dominic. The anticipation had been great, but nothing had developed in the time since.

She could only think maybe he was worried about injuring her. It was the only answer that made sense. But whenever she found the courage to subtly bring it up, he changed the subject rather abruptly.

He had a good time too, right?

By then, she was almost entirely healed. Her muscles still ached in places, but the pain wasn’t incapacitating anymore. She could move around almost entirely as she had before the injury, though Dominic was still a little overprotective.

So she wished he would embrace her again—love her like he had—because she greatly missed his touch.

“Miss Abby?” She looked up to see Samara glancing up at her expectantly. She had gotten lost in thought again and hadn’t noticed her pleas for attention.

The three children all sat together at the dining table, glancing up at her from either side, notebooks at the ready.

“Right, sorry.” Abigail shook her head. “Who can tell me what the predicate is in the sentence ‘The horse leapt over the gate’?”

Lessons had been going well enough. She had their full attention for about the first thirty minutes most days, but she still needed to understand what made each of them tick.

She knew Gavin liked praise, but it meant nothing to Isolde, and Samara usually replied with self-deprecating comments.

She knew if she could get anybody enthusiastic about anything, Isolde would take that enthusiasm and elevate it. She was very competitive and didn’t like being left out of things.

And she knew that Samara was a good student. She just didn’t have the diligence or self-confidence she needed to show up on time or meet homework deadlines.

But knowing those things and applying them were entirely separate matters.

Right now she wasn’t their teacher. She was their tutor, and she had to remember that.

Yet she considered herself responsible for their success in school.

Their parents hardly noticed they were gone. Dominic was paying for their private tutoring, which meant that in a weird way, it was almost like he was paying her an allowance.

That evening, she sat at the table, lightly tapping her foot as she bit the end of her pen. They were all making some progress, but she felt like she needed to help them more with practical skills. She needed to reward Samara for better punctuality, instill in Isolde critical, independent thinking, and nurture Gavin’s self-confidence.

Dominic had gotten home from tending to pack business. In the kitchen, she could hear the faint sound of water boiling, and the scraping of cheese against a grater. Dominic had discovered how much she enjoyed the smell of cheese, it was very calming for her.

That was about when she heard the sounds of a struggle outside.

“Let… me… go! I swear I’m not here to cause problems. I just want to talk to her!”

The voice was familiar.

She recognized the sounds of the two guard shifters, but there was another she recognized. She stood up and headed for the door.

“Angel, please,” Dominic said, reaching for her arm. “I’ll have the pasta ready in seven minutes. Let the guards take care of it.”

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