Page 15 of Levee

Single moms struggling to make ends meet. People in need of money falling prey to payday loans. The addicts who needed help, but all they found were dealers. Kids from disenfranchised families have no choice but to work as scouts for local criminal organizations. The homeless begging for spare change just to be able to feed themselves.

It was such a change from the world I’d grown up in. A happy, middle-class upbringing where I was insulated from so many of the hardships in life.

It made for a happy, well-adjusted childhood. But I couldn’t help but think it gave me a very skewed outlook on what the world was really like.

I tried as much as I could to help. But I wasn’t exactly rolling in cash. Hence why I was staying in this building where the air conditioning was spotty at best, the hot water almost never worked, and I was pretty sure some of the paint around was actually still lead.

It had only been a month, yet it seemed like I was often the only one who was trying to do any good.

Then there was Levee.

Taking care of his grumpy uncle.

Then offering to help a complete stranger to try to get him cleared of his charges.

What can I say?

His do-goodery was a surprising aphrodisiac.

I couldn’t wait to get him alone.

The second that Lily and the kids were out of distance where my actions wouldn’t scar them all for life, I reached up, grabbed the sides of Levee’s stupidly good-looking face, and pulled him down to me.

I expected sparks.

I got fireworks.

Desire surged through my system as Levee’s lips pressed harder, deepening the kiss.

My hands slid from the sides of his face to wrap around his neck, holding on tight as I pulled myself up.

Sensing my intentions, Levee’s hands slid down my back to sink into my ass, helping lift me up.

My legs wrapped around his hips but his hands stayed planted, massaging my ass as he turned and walked me backward until my back met the wall.

A moan escaped me, the sound swallowed up by Levee’s lips.

His hips ground into me, his jeans doing little to hide the bulge of his desire.

My head fell back, and his lips moved down to my neck, making goosebumps rise up on my skin and need pool in my core.

As if sensing that, Levee ground himself against me, making a low moan escape me.

“Fuck, you smell good,” Levee groaned as his nose teased up my neck.

My hips rocked against him but it wasn’t nearly what I needed.

“Why are your clothes still on?” I asked, fingers moving up under his shirt to feel his warm skin.

Levee’s chuckle vibrated against my earlobe.

“Mainly,” he said, pulling back to look at me with his heavy-lidded eyes, “a possible indecent exposure charge.”

The little whimper that was starting to escape me broke off on a moan as his hand moved between us, pressing up against the material between my thighs.

A rumbling sound moved through Levee. “So wet for me already,” he said, fingers teasing up my cleft to find my clit through the material, and starting to work me.

Keeping one arm around him, I reached between us, yanking my panties out of his way, so his fingers could touch me without the barrier.

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