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“I-I-I’m…”

“Yes, fuck yes,” he groans right before swallowing down my cries of pleasure.

There’s a deep tugging in my lower belly, followed by an incredible, painful, blissful rush of liquid heat. All at once, my orgasm erupts from my core, wave after wave of molten lavaflooding my body, singeing my nerves as I spasm and jerk and gasp for air.

Lorenzo groans, his fist tightening in my hair while his other hand never lets up its assault on my pussy. He doesn't slow down, doesn’t let me catch my breath before a second orgasm splinters into the first one. My arms and legs shake and then go numb. All I can feel are his fingers scissoring inside of me, stretching, stroking, owning me completely.

I’m drained of every damn thing when he pulls his hand out of my pussy, nearly collapsing on top of the desk. Lorenzo grins, a dark, satisfied gleam in his eyes. I’m shocked when he lifts his fingers to his lips and sucks off my juices. A whimper falls from my lips when he closes his eyes and growls.

Lorenzo pulls me up and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his tongue. I’m still out of breath and trembling when we break apart.

7

LORENZO

Holy shit. What just happened?

I mean, I know what happened. The strongest, most beautiful, and witty woman I’ve ever met came like a goddess and fell apart in my arms. She’s still shaking from the earth-shattering orgasm she just had, but I feel like a monster.

Untangling myself from my sexy siren, I take a step back, feeling shame pour over me like ice water. She’s vulnerable, not to mention trapped in here with me, and I mauled her like the rabid beast I am. Jesus, I’m fucked up.

“Sorry,” I choke out, unable to look Florence in the eye. “I shouldn’t have… I’m sorry.”

Before I can make an even bigger fool out of myself, I turn on my heel and head toward the bathroom. “I’m going to shower,” I call out over my shoulder. I’m not sure if she heard me or not, but she’ll figure it out when the water starts running.

I tear at my clothes, feeling suffocated by the fabric. God, I can’t even fucking look at myself in the mirror as I step into the cold shower, letting the sting of the icy water pelt my skin.

I was so sure Florence was feeling what I was feeling, her urgent cries of pleasure encouraging me to go further, take moreand more, but… I couldn’t live with myself if she felt like I was taking advantage of her. “Idiot,” I mutter to myself while splashing more cold water on my face.

After a few minutes, I step out of the shower and towel off. I can’t avoid her, especially since it’s now my job to protect her. I’m done lying to myself or pretending like this is all about the documents. It’s not. It hasn’t been since the first moment I laid eyes on the curvy angel with bright red hair and a grin that makes me weak.

I look at my suit pants and button-up shirt in a wrinkled heap on the floor of the bathroom, frowning. I can't put them back on in that condition. While I haven't been to this particular safe house, I know we keep the kitchen stocked with food and the closets filled with clothes in an assortment of sizes and styles. Luckily, there's a small linen closet in here that has joggers and a black T-shirt in my size. It's far more casual than my custom-tailored suits, but it will have to do.

Drying off my hair, I slip on the clothes and steel myself for whatever is on the other side of the door.

I peek my head out, looking around the small space for Florence. When I don’t immediately spot her, I fling the door open and stomp into the living room.Did someone kidnap her in the five minutes I was in the shower? Oh, Jesus, did she leave?

When I catch sight of her, my heart sinks to the floor and splinters into a million pieces. Florence is curled up in the bed, a blanket wrapped tightly around her while she makes a concentrated effort to ignore me.Shit, I messed everything up. I’m a fucking monster.I don’t deserve to be in the same room as this goddess, but I have no other choice. She can hate me, but I will keep her safe at all costs.

I return to the linen closet where I find a spare pillow and several blankets. I notice Sprinkles yawning from his spot in the laundry basket outside the bathroom. He gives me some seriousside-eye and I back away slowly, not wanting to anger the little demon. He seems satisfied after I leave his immediate presence. I’ll take that as a win.

Once back in the living room, I spread one blanket out on the floor, close to the door so I’ll be alerted immediately if someone tries walking in. As I set the pillow down and get ready for a sleepless night, Florence stirs in bed.

I’m almost afraid to look up, but I can’t help it. She sits up and scoots to the edge of the bed, her eyes red and puffy from crying.I did that to her. I’m a fucking lowlife degenerate for causing her pain.

Beneath her barely contained tears, I see a fire in her emerald eyes. Good. I deserve her wrath.

“Do you regret kissing me that much? Are you really so disgusted by me that you can’t even share the same bed after what we did?”

I blink a few times, not sure I heard her correctly. Florence puffs her chest out and holds her chin up, trembling though it may be.She thinks I’m disgusted by her? What the fuck…?

I drop the pillow and blanket, closing the distance between us in three long strides. Florence stands up when I get to her, crossing her arms over her chest. She’s trying to keep herself together, shaking with the effort of protecting herself from me. My chest aches knowing I made her feel rejected.

“I will never regret kissing you,” I tell her firmly, staring down into those endless green eyes. “I thought…” I look away, rubbing the back of my neck as I search for the right words. “I thought I was taking advantage of you. I was disgusted atmyselffor pressuring you into something you weren’t ready for.”

“Who said I wasn’t ready? I was an equal participant in everything that happened. Awillingparticipant,” she clarifies.

My gaze meets hers, and thank Christ, she has a playful spark shining just beneath the surface.

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