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“Don’t stop,” I chanted breathlessly, my hands clenched in his hair and my pussy grinding shamelessly against his mouth. “Oh my fucking God, please don’t stop...”

Each lash of his tongue on my clit, every pump of his fingers into me, was like the tapping of a hammer against glass. Every strike of pleasure lighting up my spine made a crack in that glass pane. The cracks spread, spiderwebbing outward until they were all I could feel.

And then finally, I shattered and came apart. It was even more explosive than the last one, my body convulsing uncontrollably as the high swept over me.

Just like before, Tryn drew out my pleasure with his tongue and fingers until I came down, nerves frayed and completely sated.

Tryn placed a kiss on my lower belly and wordlessly crawled up the bed to lie next to me. I turned to him, snuggling into his chest. With the heat of my orgasm, his skin felt cooler than normal.

“What about you?” I murmured against his throat.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m good.” He kissed my forehead, running a hand down my spine. “I just wanted to take care of you tonight.”

“Hm...”

He laughed, embracing me tighter. “You’re half asleep anyway.”

“S’your fault.”

“I take full responsibility.”

I drifted off feeling more warm, satisfied, and relaxed than I ever had before. But too soon, I was being roused with kisses on my cheek and neck, my shoulder being shaken gently.

“Emmaline,” I heard Tryn whisper. “I have to go.”

“What?” I rubbed my eyes, confusion bringing me to wakefulness. “What time is it?”

“Just after midnight.”

I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the sight of Tryn fully dressed and standing next to my bed.

“You’re...leaving?” I stared at him, my hurt and confusion mounting.

“I’m sorry. I really wish I could stay, but I can’t.” He bent and kissed me quickly, a complete one-eighty from his usual long, lingering kisses. “I’ll call you soon, okay?”

Soon. Not tomorrow. Not in the morning. Just a vague, non-committal soon.

“I don’t understand.” All kinds of alarm bells rang inside me, multiple instincts and gut feelings screaming that this was not right. “Why do you need to rush off in the middle of the night?”

Tryn sucked in a breath, hesitating before answering. “I had an emergency come up with work. Trust me, I’d much rather not leave but I can’t get out of this.”

“And you can’t tell me what the emergency is.”

His gaze hardened, shutting me out firmly. “Not yet. I’m sorry.”

I pulled the covers up to my chin, suddenly feeling cold, exposed, and hurt. Not to mention extremely wary of the man I thought I trusted. “Well, I guess I better not keep you.”

He didn’t try to kiss me again, but instead headed straight for the front door. “Promise I’ll call you,” he yelled before closing it behind him.

I didn’t go back to sleep. I laid there, in the bed where he pleased me so well, with my knees tucked into my chest and my mind racing. The memory of what we’d done felt tainted now.

I wondered if I’d made a colossal mistake.

Chapter 13

Emmaline

Tryn didn’t call the next day. Or the day after. After three days of not hearing from him, I caved and called him.

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