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“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said, rubbing circles into the back of her hand.

“I can’t believe the owner gave you such a big discount,” she said as she laughed. “She seems like a very sweet client.”

“She is. She was the one who introduced me to Tim after all and I honestly doubt our company would be where it is today without her,” I said. “I owe her a lot for all that she’s done. So, I’m surprised she even gave us that kind of discount. That’s why I was insistent on paying it in full.”

“It’s because you’re a good contractor and an even better person, Anthony. People like you and your hard work ethic,” Shoua said. “They appreciate that, which is why your previous clients are telling all their friends about you and bringing you more work.”

“I suppose so,” I said bashfully.

She slipped her hand out of mine and playfully smacked my arm. “You’re not supposed to say that! You’re supposed to say, ‘You’re right. I am fucking amazing.’”

A booming laugh slipped out of me. I smiled so hard the muscles of my cheeks hurt as I pulled the truck to the side of the road and came to a stop. Before Shoua could ask me what I was doing, my hands eagerly reached out for her face as my lips crashed down onto hers. I needed to kiss her as much as I needed air, and I pulled every inch of her lips and tongue into my mouth, biting and sucking.

When I finally pulled away, my pounding heart raced harder under her fingertips. Our cheeks were red and we were smiling at each other. I cupped her face gently in my hands and then leaned in to kiss her softly on the cheeks.

“You’re right. I am fucking amazing,” I repeated before kissing her on the forehead.

Shoua’s face lit up as she blinked slowly at me. A light, bubbly laugh slipped out of me as I leaned in and kissed her again before driving home. The moment I parked in her driveway, I got out and ran to the other side of the car to open the door for her. Once she slipped out, I impatiently pressed her against my truck and passionately kissed her before she tugged away in a laughing gasp.

“Anthony, I can’t breathe,” she panted softly.

I laughed against the curve of her lips and then pulled away. I handed her the keys, which she graciously accepted. One of my arms slipped under her legs and the other behind her back.

“Let’s get you inside before I ravish you out here,” I said and then lifted her up. “I’ve been patiently waiting all night for my final dessert.”

“Your final dessert?” Shoua asked. She raised a knowing brow at me as I took five long strides to her front door.

She quickly unlocked it and turned the knob, and I pushed it open with my foot. I quickly shut the door behind us and she leaned down to lock it before I carried her to the couch.

I needed my dessert now.

As soon as I set her down, I pulled the hem of her dress up. My mouth watered upon seeing her nude, seamless thong. The source of her sweet, addictive nectar just behind that thin piece of fabric. I flashed her a wolfish grin as I pinned her knees into the cushions of the couch.

Shoua’s hands slipped on top of mine, holding that angle for me. A shaky breath escaped her parted, plump lips as my hands danced across the expanse of the back of her silky thighs. I pressed my lips against them to lightly trail kisses down to where my mouth wanted to be.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I breathed with each kiss. My eyes darted to hers to see her watching me. I drew my tongue out to lazily lick and kiss down to her ass cheeks. She moaned loudly. “Do you even know how many times I just wanted to bend you over the table and show the world exactly how divine you are, baby?”

I let out a long breath when I got to her pussy and pushed her thong aside. It was already glistening. I got on my knees and laughed against her clit as I settled in between her legs. She whimpered, practically urging me to dive in.

I kissed her clit this time and she moaned again, soft and melodic, like a siren lulling me out to sea. My tongue darted out to capture her nub, swirling it into my mouth. Her half-sob, half-groan cut the air as her hand slipped through my hair and tugged. I whined softly from the sharp pain as I sucked on her sweet clit. My girlfriend shuddered under me from the impact I caused.

“Aren’t you tired from last night?” Shoua moaned. She was asking about the three times we made love last night, and nope.

“With you? Never.” I chuckled, lapping a long strip between her folds. Her breath hitched and I smiled. “I can do this every day, every hour—from every single corner of this house to the floor to the bed to the bathroom. I’d be able to fuck you as if my life depended on it the way I need air.”

“How romantic,” Shoua said, amused.

I laughed into her folds, causing her to moan. “I try my best.”

CHAPTER 40

shoua

NOVEMBER

Summer soon boiled over to a much cooler fall. The triple-digit heat settled down to chilly winds and nippy mornings as the sweat that beaded off my back was replaced with Anthony’s warm sweaters. Along with it, our long, sunny days transitioned to shorter, overcasted, and gloomy ones. Our usual morning iced coffee became hot lattes with the change of the fall foliage outside. Most years I couldn’t wait until our hot, unbearable summers ended so I could eagerly welcome fall with open arms.

But I couldn’t say the same this year.

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