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If my mouth wasn’t full, I’d smile.

I cup his balls and gently squeeze.

He explodes, his cum flooding onto my tongue. I gulp and swallow, but he keeps coming and coming, and I try to swallow it all, failing as it dribbles down my chin. Considering that’s his third orgasm in a row, he’s either been holding back before, or the man has superpowers.

I release his dick with a pop before wiping my chin on the sheets. “That’s three,” I say with a grin.

A laugh rumbles through his chest. He hooks his arms underneath me and lays me flat on top of him, tenderly kissing my temple.

“Y’know, Lola, after that performance, I might just keep you.”

Chapter 19

Louise

I set out silverware on my small kitchen table while listening to Draven share a joke with the food delivery guy, my head still spinning from the events of the day.

Burying my sister.

Getting demoted.

Fucking a man I’ve dreamed about being with for over eight years.

If anyone had told me when I woke up this morning that I’d have the best and worst day of my life, I’d have said they were crazy. But something about finally exorcising the ghosts of my past through a marathon sex session with a guy I’ve had a crush on for so many years has given me a sense of freedom I’ve never had before.

“They only brought one duck spring roll,” Draven grumbles as he places the cartons on the table.

“You have it,” I say, smirking. “After all, you need the protein to help with your lack of stamina.”

Draven swipes at my ass, and I skip out of the way.

“Too slow.”

“I’ll show you lack of stamina.” He growls, easily catching me the second time. He rolls his hips. Yep, that’s definitely an erect cock pressing against my stomach.

“How do you function with that thing permanently on high alert?”

“That thing?” Draven asks, arching an eyebrow. “Are you mocking my favorite body part?”

“Figures.” I roll my eyes, enjoying this lighter side he’s showing me. “Men.”

Draven lowers his head, bites my bottom lip, and sucks it into his mouth while I suppress a moan.

“I need to eat,” I say.

“My enormous cock not enough for your enormous appetite? I’m surprised you’re still hungry after the amount of cum you swallowed.”

I shake my head. “I’ve never met anyone as crude as you in my entire life.”

Draven lets me go and opens the first box to tip fried rice onto our plates. “You’re welcome.”

I laugh, smacking the back of his hand with a chopstick. “Pass me the Kung Pao chicken.”

Over dinner, I keep the conversation away from the more painful subjects, but once we’ve cleared away the cartons, and Draven’s grabbed us both a beer from the fridge, I open the subject with the killer question.

“Is Shala in custody?”

He works his jaw in a tight circle, and I know the answer before he confirms it. “Not yet. The two guys I shot died at the scene. Rick’s doing his best to stay abreast of the investigation, but it isn’t easy. You know what the feds are like. Last time I spoke to him, he said that, as far as he knows, the one I tied up has refused to say a word.”

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