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I rolled the nipple under my thumb.

“Thoran...” she groaned, arching into the touch like a kitten seeking heat. “I can’t again.”

I smirked to myself. “Is that a challenge, sweetheart?”

She shook her head even as her knees opened to my searching hand, but I kept it high up near her sex without touching her again. Instead, I sat and studied her exposed breast. Her stretched and damp panties barely covering her lips. Her sensitive clit just peeking out.

I had no idea what the next day would bring. I didn’t know if Blue might wake up and decide she didn’t enjoy any of it and ask me never to touch her again. I wanted to take my fill of her before it was too late.

“Will you touch me again tomorrow?” my blue eyed temptress asked, voice sluggish with sleep.

“Do you want me to touch you tomorrow?” I counted.

She hummed quietly. “You promised something with your mouth. I’m so curious.”

Despite everything, I heard myself laugh. “Oh, love, I will absolutely eat your pussy until you’re fucking my face and squirting in my mouth.”

Blue’s breath was unsteady against the side of my neck. Her knees opened.

“One more?” she begged.

I smirked. “I thought you were too tired.”

To my absolute devastation, she reached under her skirt and peeled her panties down her legs and let the white cotton stretch around her ankles.

“I’m so tired, but ... one more. Please?”

Who was I to argue?

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

NAYA

If I had known the night Thoran put me in his lap and tore my world apart for what felt like hours that I wouldn’t see him again for two weeks after, I probably would have begged him to take me to his bed for the rest of the evening. But that was our fate immediately the next morning.

He arrived at my door, a delicious sight of hard, toned muscles clad in a soft, white dress shirt and black trousers. His hot, greedy eyes took me in the way they always did with a ravenous hunger that made my toes curl in my flats.

“Hello love,” he’d drawled with the warm husky rasp of someone who just got out of bed.

But his dark curls were damp. His lethal jaw shaved smooth and his smell ... it circled my throat until I couldn’t breathe anything but spices and musk and man.

God, he was beautiful, and I wanted him so badly I could hardly contain the urge to just jump him.

He’d broken something in me.

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