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Auggie takes my cock perfectly, the wet sounds as he sucks me off making my balls draw tight. As if that wasn’t enough, he pushes his fingers into my tight asshole, fucking me with them as I cry out. His answering noises as he enjoys torturing me makes me shudder, and I explode a minute later.

We’re both breathing hard as he pulls off my cock with a smug smile, crawling up my body as he opens his mouth. My cum lays on his tongue, and his finger taps on my lips to gain entry, which I do without a second thought.

Auggie pushes my cum out of his mouth until it slowly drips into mine, making me gasp as he follows it down to kiss me.

My arms wrap around him as I lose myself in his, knowing my time with him is ending soon.

“I don’t want to sleep on the couch next week,” he whispers, making my eyes widen.

“There’s always a place in my bed for you,” I murmur. Augustine gives me a slow smile as he kisses me goodbye and leaves.

I can’t imagine permanently saying goodbye to him, which means this is going to hurt when it eventually blows up in our faces. It’s the reason we’re on and off so much, and I’ve never formally met Cerenity.

We know of each other, but that’s all. Sighing, I stand up to get dressed for my solo run, feeling much more relaxed than before.

Auggie definitely has a magic touch.

CERENITY

God, today refuses to end. Maybe it’s because I know I’ll be going home to an empty apartment, but everything seems to be dragging today. I watched the new dance routine for the cage dancers to have an excuse to break from the financial part of this business, and offered a few tips that they took graciously.

I love dancing, and even took professional classes before I opened the doors to the club. My end goal has always been this place, but I wanted to make sure I knew the ins and outs. I took bookkeeping classes too, even though I loathe them so I could take care of it.

I trust Augustine with my life, and no one else. He’s a fantastic manager, takes responsibility for the schedules, and people rarely complain about their shifts or call out sick.

I also placed restock orders for booze, some new glasses, because we tend to go through them, since broken shit happens, and any other odds and ends that we needed. When I’m finally finished, it’s almost nine at night, the sun is long gone from the sky, and I’m fucking starving.

Just about everyone is gone except Xavier, who wouldn’t leave until he could walk me to my car. Augustine texted me to say he would be headed back soon, and to be careful on my way home. I sent him a heart in response, because I really wanted to tell him that I hate going to an empty apartment.

I can’t say that though since he’s not mine.

Smiling at Xavier as I hold my keys in my hand, I thank him once we’re at my little car.

“Thank you for walking me out, Xavier,” I say, opening my door.

Nodding, he stays where he is, eyes rapt as I ease myself inside.

“Are you going straight home?” he asks, frowning. I know he’s worried about Arthur, but I really doubt he’ll do anything. I have my knife on me just in case though, because a scorned alpha is unpredictable.

“No, I’m craving Chinese food, so I’m going to call in my order and swing by to get it first. I’m dragging ass after today,” I admit with a sigh.

“Please watch your six,” he grumbles. “I’m sure there’s perfectly good shit to eat at home.”

“I’m sure there is, but I hate making food for one,” I mutter. “It’s just easier to get take out.”

Xavier nods, knowing that Augustine is running errands, but not where.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, boss,” he says as I wave and close the door behind me.

He watches as I turn on the car and get situated before he heads to his own car, allowing me to relax a smidge when nothing jumps out at me.

I’m a bit on edge as I drive, and taking a breath, I call the Chinese restaurant to place an order. They’re open till two in the morning every night, so I know they’ll pick up.

“Hello, may I take your order?” Lui asks, making me smile.

He’s the Huang’s teenage son, and helps them run the restaurant. They’re all very nice, making the best food between my apartment and the club.

I greet him and place my order, nodding as he tells me it’ll be twenty minutes. Turning on the radio after I hang up, I hum with the music as I stop at a light. The area is quiet for a Monday night, and I look around suspiciously as I wait for the light to change.

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