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"You're a natural." I felt a thrill run through me as Anson led with confidence, twirling us around the dance floor.

"Maybe I took classes," he grinned.

"And to think, I had to convince you. You're full of shit, Anson Larue!" I exclaimed, feeling lighter than I had in a long time.

"I'm full of you, Sugar…heart, soul, and body, you inundate every sense I have," he whispered, his lips moving against my ear, igniting arousal inside of me.

"Let's go home," I suggested, holding back a moan.

Anson stroked my cheek as if mesmerized. "Yeah, Sugar, let's go home."

Chapter 41

Anson

We'd been dating for four months now, and I spent all my nights in Nova's bed except if I was traveling for work.

I still went to Sentinel once a week but came back in the evening. Instead of driving, Diego and I were burning money and gasoline by taking a helicopter, reducing our round-trip travel time to two hours instead of five.

I came home late on the days I was at the Larue Homes headquarters. And my favorite thing to do was slide into bed with my girlfriend.

"Oh, Antoine, is that you?" Nova purred when I spooned her.

I smacked her ass. "Who the fuck is Antoine?"

"My masseuse," she giggled.

"I come home after a long day at work, and my woman is talking about some asshole who gives massages." I cupped her breasts, and moved my hips against her ass, stroking my erection.

"Massages with a happy ending," she chortled.

I pushed her onto her back. "And just for that, Sugar, you're going to be punished."

I slid down her body.

"If you think eating me out is punishment…well, actually, it is, you should absolutely punish me."

I pressed my face against her pussy. I couldn't believe how good it felt to be with her again, the sense of homecoming I had with her.

I licked and sucked her clit. Every time I tasted her was better than the previous time. Since she'd said yes to us dating, I'd spent as much time as I could between her legs. But we had to eat, sleep, and also go to work—so her pussy did get some rest.

I watched her eyes close, and her breathing went shallow as I slid my tongue back and forth across her clitoris. Her hands were on her sides, clutching the bed sheet. Last time, she'd pulled the fitted sheet off when she came.

I ate her until she cried out her release, and then crawled up her body.

She rolled my unresisting body, so I was on my back, and straddled me. "Welcome home, Antoine. Let me give you the ride of your life."

And she fucking did.

After we cleaned up, and snuggled into bed, I spoke close to her ear, nuzzling the spot that I knew was erogenous. "If you're gonna ride me like that, Sugar, we'll just change my name to Antoine."

She laughed softly. "I love you."

She was saying it first these days. "I love you too, Sugar."

I closed my eyes, loving having Nova in my arms. She snuggled into me and stayed there. It was the best fucking thing in the world.

I had just dozed off when I heard a sound. I turned to look at the clock. It was three in the morning.

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