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Her hands shake a little when she grabs the hem of her top. She pulls it over her head in one fluid motion, and lets it fall. The sight of her deliberately baring herself to me makes my dick turn to stone.

“Private planes. Mafia operations gone wrong.” I punctuate each revelation with a kiss. “Now tell me, how many times did you think of me today? How many times did you wish I was touching you …” I pinch her nipple. “... just like this …”

Her hands clutch at my shoulders when I lower my head and suck her nipple into my mouth.

“I didn’t?—”

I swirl my tongue around the hardened tip. “Lying doesn’t suit you.” I lift my head, positioning myself until I’m lying between her thighs, my mouth hovering over hers. “How many times?”

Her eyelashes lower, the red in her cheeks deepening. “All day.” The confession bursts from her like she’s been holding it back for hours. “I couldn’t stop. Everywhere I looked …”

“Yes?” I pinch her nipple again, drawing another of those delicious moans from her.

“I kept seeing you. Expecting you. Want?—”

I catch the slip, the hunger in her voice, before she cuts herself off.

“Wanted what? Say it. Tell me what you wanted, Ballerina.”

“This.” Her whispered admission sends satisfaction and lust coursing through me. Her fingers dig into my shoulders. “Your hands. Your mouth. Your?—”

I silence her with my mouth, sliding my tongue against hers, tasting her surrender before pulling back.

“See? Telling the truth isn’t so hard, is it?” I claim her lips again, my hand pushing between our bodies, over her stomach, to toy with the waistband of her shorts. Her hips lift slightly.

“What do you want more right now? Answers or my mouth?”

“I …” Her lips press together, and I smile. She’s fighting herself still, but every tremor, every hitched breath, every touch tells me exactly what she wants.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and slowly drag them down her legs. She’s not wearing any panties, and the sight of her pussy is a temptation that’s impossible to resist.

“Look at this.” I shift down the bed, and use two fingers to spread her open. “So pretty. So wet. Were you wet when you stood at the window?”

“No.”

I pinch her clit, and she gasps, hips pressing back into the mattress.

“Liar. Try again.”

CHAPTER 43

Caught In The Night

ILEANA

I can’t think straightwith his hands on me, with the weight of him pressing me into the mattress like he’s claiming me in every way that matters. His smile flashes in the moonlight, a wicked curve that makes my breath catch.

“How about an easier question, then. Are you wet right now?”

He already knows the answer to that. His fingers are tracing circles around my clit. But he wants me to say it, admit it. He’s waiting for me to say it, to admit what he’s already felt. The word sticks in my throat, shame and need warring in a battle I can’t win. His laugh is quiet, dark, curling around me like smoke, and then his fingers retreat.

A new sensation takes their place. The hot, wet stroke of his tongue, slow and thorough, dragging over my clit. My back arches, the movement tearing a gasp from my lips.

“You’re so starved of human touch that just this is enough to send you over the edge.” He laps at me again, drawing a strangled moan from me. I freeze, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

His laugh is wicked. “Careful, Ileana. Daddy might hear you.” He pauses, letting his teeth scrape along the tender skin of my thigh. “How will you explain him walking in to me eating your pussy?”

A shock of heat fills my cheeks. My fingers curl into the sheets, anchoring me to something solid as his tongue returns, stroking and teasing. The pressure of his mouth, and the light flick of his tongue sends bolts of electricity through me, setting every nerve alight.

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