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I can feel his body go rigid, balls tightening and I match his rhythm, circling and pressing on my clit in time to him pounding into my mouth. And I gladly take it, choking on his rigid, throbbing cock as he hits the back of my throat and suddenly, a wave of chills runs down my spine as my body explodes into a million little pieces. Theo comes with me, shooting his salty cum down the back of my throat and I moan around him, swallowing him down, not missing a single drop.

“Fuck! Danica! Oh my God, you feel so fucking good! Shit! That’s it, my fucking beautiful girl. Don’t you waste a single drop. Look how good you choke on my cock.”

He empties the last of his load, his cock popping out of my mouth as he grabs me by my arms and hauls me to my feet, placing a searing kiss to my mouth, the taste of us mingling together and making us groan in unison before lifting me into his arms and tossing me playfully onto the bed.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Theo

Present Day

Iswallow thickly, watching my beautiful girl as she loses herself in the moment. She hasn’t noticed that I entered the room and I can’t find my voice to announce my presence. Instead, I’m just standing here like a jackass, holding her tumbler of iced coffee, staring. Pulling myself together, I move further into the room, setting the coffee down on one of the many bookshelves lining one side of the large room before moving to lean back casually against the wall, eyes riveted on the incredible sight before me.

Back when we were together, Danica had never been much of one for exploring herself through self-pleasure. Too much trauma from her past made her uncomfortable with the thought, made her feel as if she was dirty for having needs and desires. But in the heat of the moment, when her eyes were locked on me, I could help her relax until she was able to lose control. We worked on it for months until she was finally able to pleasure herself without those thoughts popping into the forefront of her mind.

And now, here she is. My sexy, confident woman pleasuring herself without a care that I could walk in at any moment, that I could be lingering in the shadows, watching as she takes her own pleasure. Feeling myself grow hard at the sight of her, I surreptitiously reach down to adjust the bulge that is now straining againstmy suddenly too-tight jeans. God, how I just want to take out my cock, fist it tight and pump to the pace she has set with her breathy pants and soft moans.

It takes everything in me to hold back a groan at this erotic sight as the sheets shift around her legs, and my eyes are met with the sight of her mouth-watering pussy. I swallow hard at the sight of her thin, lace panties pushed to the side, fingers glistening with her slick arousal as she shifts her hips to follow the pressure of her deftly moving fingers.

With fascination, I watch as she stiffens, body tensing before she comes apart, andfuck me, “Ah! Theo!” it’s my fucking name on her lips as she shatters into a million pieces. It’smeshe fucking moans for. What a goddamn beautiful sight. “È stata la cosa più bella che abbia mai visto, amore mio.” I can’t stop the words as they slip out, alerting her to my presence, butfuck it. This girl is mine, and I am donewaiting.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Danica

We stare at each other for a long moment, the heat of his lust-filled gaze burning into me, into my very soul. I know I should feel embarrassed for him catching me in such a vulnerable moment, hearing me call out his name as I made myself come in his bed, but I don’t. The old me would have. I would have felt shame, embarrassment, self-recrimination. But the way he is looking at me now? Longing and passion are banked embers in his crystal blue gaze, and in this moment, all I feel is desired. Needed.

Even so, it’s one thing for me to make myself come with his name on my lips, it’s another thing entirely for me to give in to my secret desires and welcome him into my bed. Slowly, his watchful eyes not missing a thing, I adjust my panties, righting them before I sit up and pull the fluffy comforter over my lap. Curiosity over where he brought me wins out now that I am more alert, and I glance around the room.

A throat clears, and I glance over in time to see Theo straighten, pushing away from the wall as he walks closer, blue tumbler in hand. “I brought you coffee.”

Gently setting it down on the nightstand next to me, our hands brush as I reach out to grab the mug, sending a rippling current of desire through me once more; I flush, head tilted down in an attempt to hide my blush with my messy curls. Tentatively, I take a small sip to test the coffee and raise my eyebrows, glancing back up at him in surprise. “You remembered?”

A smirk pulls at the corners of his lips.“Iced venti pumpkin-cream chai tea latte, oat milk, with one pump of vanilla and two pumps of brown sugar.How could I forget such a. . . memorable order.”

I can’t help the small chuckle that comes out at the memory, “I stand by what I said. Best viral video I ever watched, bringing such heaven in a cup into my life. And I will die on this hill. I also stand by my original assessment that you are a creeper for hacking into my accounts to find that information in the first place.”

He just chuckles at my pointed expression. “Oh baby, if you think that’s bad. You have no idea how far I would go to keep you happy.” Though the words are spoken with a lighthearted tone, there is a darker undercurrent, a menacing promise left unsaid. Before I can think too hard about it, however, he interrupts my musings. “When you’re ready, there are clothes for you in the closet, breakfast is in the other room.” A nod towards the general direction of the closet is the only thing I get before he turns on his heel and walks abruptly out, leaving me to explore.

Holy. . .shoe heaven. . . my gasp is loud in the stillness of the closet. Really, not a closet. This damn room must be bigger than the master bedroom in my apartment. Like, think of the walk-in closet in the Princess Diaries 2 movie. Yep. Practically a mini-mall. One wall is filled wall to wall with rows of shoes, every color and style you could imagine. Louboutin, Jimmy Choo, Alexander McQueen’s. From the most ridiculously impractical stiletto heels and wedges, to thigh high boots and sneakers. I am in awe and can’t help but inch forward to graze my fingers over them. And though I probably should be, I’m not surprised when I find that every single pair is brand new and all in my size.

Another wall is just rows of bags, purses, clutches, and various accessories while the last wall is full of designer clothes, all brand new, all in my size. And somehow, though high end, they all appear to be super comfortable. Mostly jeans, leggings, soft tops, and sweaters. Nothing like the impractical clothes that were meant to project an image of perfection like what my parents used to expect me to wear. No, these are high-end and new, but they are all practical, designed forcomfort over maintaining a false image. There is a large island in the middle of the room, full of drawers, and a comfortable-looking settee in one corner.

Overwhelmed by the myriad of options, I quickly open drawers and find they are full of lingerie and soft sleepwear. Rolling my eyes, I close the drawers and turn back to the wall of clothing, not bothering to glance too closely before grabbing a comfortable looking pair of black slacks and a soft blouse that has to be made of cashmere. I make quick work of donning the garments before I hurry back out of the room. Holy hell. Even my mother didn’t have a closet that extravagant, and she lived for opulence and putting on a certain appearance to show how much better she was than her peers.

Without a backward glance, I exit the room and slowly make my way down the hall, curiously glancing around me. Immediately outside of the bedroom appears to be some sort of breakfast nook. There is a coffee bar, a pair of comfortable chairs and a small table in a little nook with broad windows that overlook the land outside. Food overloads the table, savory and sweet smells competing for attention in my nostrils as I inhale the delicious scents. Cautiously, I make my way forward, and sit at the table just as Theo re-enters the room, carrying two glasses of what appears to be orange juice.

“Wasn’t sure what you would want, so I made a little bit of everything.” He moves closer, setting the glass down in front of me before taking the seat opposite.

Crepes with strawberries and fresh cream, pancakes, bacon, eggs. Even English muffins. Blinking in stunned silence at the overwhelming amount of food that could feed a small army, he just nods to me. “Eat.”

No argument needed here. I dig in.

Theo wastes no time in piling food onto his plate, waiting only long enough to ensure that I place food on my plate first and I can’t help but watch in fascination as the mound of food turns into a small mountain. “What? I burn a lot of calories on the ice.”

Nudged out of my stunned silence, I just nod, taking a bite full of mouth-watering pancakes. We eat in silence for a time, but when I can literally stuff nothing else without the risk of exploding, and he has made a decent dent in his mountain of food, I finally find the nerve to ask the question that has been on the tip of my tongue since he left me alone with my coffee.

“Theo, what is this place?”

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