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Her gentle hands roamed over my torso as she lowered to her knees.

“Stormy?” I angled my chest, leaning over her to block the cascade of water.

I’d dreamed of those eyes looking up at me while she swallowed my cock. But I understood why she hadn’t. Last night at Protocol, she’d tasted me, but hadn’t wrapped her lips around me, hadn’t taken me into her mouth and sucked me.

Because she’d seen me with Scarlett.

She curled her fingers around my thickening erection and a shiver ripped down my spine. “Fuck. Don’t tease me.” I gently ran my fingers through her wet hair, combing it away from her face.

She smiled and licked the slit, her gaze holding steady on mine. She hummed and curled her tongue around the head, licking my piercing. Water dripped from her lashes, slicked her lips, and blended with the hot feel of her tongue on the sensitive tip.

My gut clenched. I groaned and tipped my head back, fighting the need to grip her head and rake my dick across her teeth.

She continued to tease, closing her mouth over the head, sucking, then taking another inch before backing off for a breath. She was shy and tentative. Maybe she didn’t have a lot of experience with giving head.

I didn’t want to scare her, and I rode the sharp edge of control. Flaring my nostrils, I drew in a deep breath. Her mouth felt too good, and her gentle fingers fluttered over my flesh, pumping my cock.

A soft hum vibrated into my balls, and her grip tightened. She took more of my length, relaxing her throat as she buried her nose in my groin.

“Fuck. Fuck.” I gripped her head, but she was in control, sucking as she pulled back, inhaling long and hard, then using her tongue, zigzagging on my cock as she pumped my shaft, mouth meeting fist in the middle.

“Ah, kitten, I’m going to come.”

She gripped my balls, tugged, and pinched off my ability to orgasm. Then she sucked me hard.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Those soft doe eyes lifted to mine, and her lips stretched around my dick. Was she fucking edging me, keeping me on the brink of coming, but not letting me nut?

“Do your best,” I whispered to her, gripped her head, and fucked her face. She gagged and choked, sparring with me for control. Releasing my shaft, she took me deep, so deep I fucked into her throat.

At the same time, she released my balls, she slid her finger deep into my ass, pressed against the front wall, and milked my prostate. As if she’d pulled the trigger, I detonated with a roar. Blistering pleasure seared a path from my buttocks to my balls, and my orgasm fired like lightning through me.

Every muscle in my body flexed with the force I unloaded into her mouth. She swallowed, her throat working to keep up. Finally, she released me with a gasp, dropped to her ass, stared up at my face, smiled like a kitty at a bowl full of milk, and licked her swollen lips.

Never in my life…how? I didn’t have thoughts or words to describe the way she made me feel. She hadn’t just sucked my dick. She’d sucked my soul from my body. I felt her in every breath and every thunderous beat of my heart.

“That was fucking incredible.” I gripped her arms, pulled her to standing, and lifted her. Her legs went around my waist, and her mouth crashed into mine. Maybe I would talk to Torch. Because once I’d dealt with Barras, she would leave. I wasn’t going to let her go, even if I had to chain her to my bed.

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Sitting across from Vega and Kodiak, I gave them a rundown of my situation. Until last night, I hadn’t wanted to disclose my plan to become entangled with a pissed off mafia boss.

Now that I had confirmation that Barras was just an associate prick, I was going to stalk my enemy, find his weakness, and dispose of the problem.

There were key parts to hunting. Plan carefully and anticipate potential obstacles. Know the hunting grounds in order to maintain the advantage. Prepare for conditions and keep quiet. In other words, keep your fucking mouth shut.

Since last night, I hadn’t been able to think of anything but squeezing the life out of that piece of shit and how I felt now knowing there wouldn’t be blowback on the MC. At this point, I had two targets. There was no reason to bring anyone else to the fight. Torch was right. My Heller brothers had too much to lose with their businesses and relationships. Romeo had his baby momma about ready to pop.

At the end of the day, I knew Rogue would be there for me, but he didn’t have to be. Not this time. Vega and Kodiak would have gone nomad without the Hellers. We agreed. Fewer involved, the less chance for complications.

Stormy had given me addresses, contacts, and routines to help bury the bastard. But her knowledge was dated. We knew he was no longer at BrioFagan or working for the Irish. Doubtful he’d changed vehicles or upset his lifestyle. He was too arrogant for that. Not that it would matter. She’d said he had a standing reservation at Tuscany. If he made it to Thursday, the fucker should enjoy his meal. It would be his last.

“It’s going to be a long night. I’d hate to get stiff with no relief.” Vega chuckled. “We should stop by the massage parlor. I need an hour with Scarlett.”

I leaned my elbows on the table. “I’ve shut down Indulgence.”

Kodiak leaned back in his chair. “For how long?”

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