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I laugh into her hair.

“We could do this all night,” I growl, pulling her hair back and smacking her ass again, this time harder.

Her body jolts, her breath hitching. “Oh my god, Lev,” she moans. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Just like that, Baby,” she moans. “Just like that…”

She starts to tremble, and I feel her orgasm wash over me as she starts to clench around my cock. I groan, feeling myself about to cum as well.

"Pippa, I'm going to cum," I warn her, my voice strained.

"I know, Baby. I want you to cum inside me."

With that encouragement, I lose control and let out a primal roar as I explode deep within her. My cock twitches and pulses, emptying its load into her waiting body. I stay in her, just like that, for a few seconds. We both catch our breaths, and finally, I pull out.

She sits back up and I lay against the couch, holding out my arm. She snuggles in closer. I take her dress and cover her up so she doesn’t catch a chill.

Within a few minutes, we’re drifting in and out of sleep. I suddenly wake up with a jerk—I have this strong instinct, a need to tell her I love her.

But I bite back my tongue. What am I thinking? She’s sleeping safe and sound next to me.

It must be the sex. It’s driving me crazy.

I don’t love Pippa Anderson.

She means the world to me. But I can’t love her. Not so soon. Not yet… can I?

Liar.

Or maybe you do, a loud voice in my head roars. Maybe you do, but you’re just a coward because you fear she might not love you back in the same way and the heartbreak of that would shatter you in two.

I feel the anxiety rise in my chest at the thought of the potential rejection. I close my eyes, forcing myself to take a few deep breaths. I pull Pippa closer, and the world seems calmer.

Alright, fine. Maybe you love her. But she’s by your side, and you have all the time in the world to figure it out. For now, just enjoy the moment.

With that thought, I fall asleep next to her.

Chapter 22 - Pippa

I sit at the kitchen table, savoring the first bite of my toast slathered with strawberry jam. Steam rises from my cup of coffee, and I take a moment to enjoy the simple pleasure of breakfast before another busy day at work begins.

"Damn it!" Lev's voice booms through the house as he bursts into the kitchen, urgency etched on his handsome face. “I can’t find my wallet.” His stormy blue-gray eyes lock onto mine, and I can tell something is very wrong.

“It’s in your office, Sir,” one of the maids says. “Should I bring it?”

“Please,” he says. “Make it quick.”

The maid rushes away.

"Lev, what's going on?" I ask, my heart pounding in my chest. Something tells me this isn’t just a regular morning.

He runs a hand through his longish black hair, contemplating what to tell me. But I begin to feel impatient.

"Alright, enough with the secrecy," I say, forcing a smile onto my face. "Tell me what's happening. I can handle it."

Lev sighs, his eyes holding mine for a moment before he relents. "Fine. Lenny Ramsey—we've finally got a lead on him. Our men have located his holiday home in Aspen. The one his kid told you about."

"Wait, Lenny? You found that house?" I ask, my pulse quickening at the thought of dealing with that snake.

"Exactly," Lev confirms, his jaw set. "And it gets better. Based on the intel, we think he's either holed up there, or it’s the place where he’s stored away the cash he owes us. Boris, Damien and I are planning to break into his place and capture Lenny, or at least, get back what's ours."

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