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“Why?” It was such a taboo thing.

“Because every part of you turns me on and giving you pleasure makes my dick hard,” he said matter-of-factly. “I want to taste and tongue fuck every single last inch of your body.”

I thought I was going to pass out. My body throbbed, and my head pounded. Ten’s willingness to explore all erotic avenues emboldened me. Deciding I wanted to know if I could find pleasure this way, I relaxed and let him show me.

All the memes and hip-hop lyrics about eating ass had never made much sense to me. All of my experiences with anal sex had been painful and degrading. I didn’t have any other way to frame the subject.

But now?

Oh, fuck me. The things Ten was doing, the way he lapped and explored without a hint of shame, awakened something needy and wanton inside me. I let go of all those shameful ideas I had been harboring. I trusted Ten to lead me through this. I closed my eyes—and felt joy.

Ten slipped a single finger into my ass, and I groaned with unanticipated desire. It was a gentle probing, nothing too rough or fast, and it feltgood. It felt even better when his tongue returned to my clit. He hooked his thumb into my pussy, and his fingers thrust in and out of me, lighting up my nerve endings until my heart was racing.

Pleasure swirled low in my belly, spinning and tightening. I fisted the covers in my hands and rocked my hips, grinding myself against Ten. The erotic exploration of my body with this man who loved me, who accepted me as I was and found me wildly desirable, turned my brain to mush. I came with a scream of his name, drenching him with my slick heat and making him groan with appreciation.

I collapsed onto the bed in a boneless heap. I barely even noticed the slight throb in my leg. Later, I would realize I had popped a stitch, and Ten would worry over me like an anxious mother, dabbing and cleaning and repairing the area with Steri-Strips from Kostya’s first aid kit.

But right then? I didn’t care about anything except for the feel of Ten’s hands stroking my back and his lips pressing loving kisses along my spine.

I didn’t even try to hide the tears running down my face when he moved onto his side next to me. He seemed to understand that I didn’t want to talk. Instead, he gathered me into his arms and held me, letting me cry healing tears, purging myself of the ugly parts of Kiki that were still inside me.

For the first time in years, I didn’t feel broken. I didn’t feel diminished. I felt free. I felt as if the whole world was open before me, filled with endless possibilities.

And then Ten’s phone rang.

Chapter Fifteen

Half-hardandreadytogo again, Ten scowled at his phone. He wanted to ignore it, but that wasn’t a good idea right now. Not with Kiki still on the loose and a madman taking shots at Nisha and a podcaster riling up the whole fucking city of Houston against her.

Irritated, he rolled over and reached for the phone he had left on the bedside table. One of Kostya’s spiders had set up some type of forwarding system that sent calls from his old phone to this one. He didn’t understand the ins and outs of it and hadn’t really been paying attention when Fox had tried to explain it.

He glanced at the screen and swore. Sitting up, he cast a quick apologetic glance at Nisha. “I have to take this.”

She nodded and gestured to the bathroom. As she climbed out of bed, her nightgown rode up around her hips, baring her plump ass to his appreciative gaze. He tore his attention away from her and back to his phone. “Hello?”

“Mr. Vasiliev.” Pete, his parole officer, greeted him much too cheerfully. “Do you know what today is?”

“My lucky day?” Ten guessed.

“Bingo! Come on down, Ten. You’ve been selected for a random piss test.”

“Listen, Pete, it’s not a good time for me.” He had never asked his parole officer for an inch of leeway. Not once in the twenty months he had been on the hook and working his program. “I’m dealing with some personal and family issues.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Ten, but you know the rules.”

“Yeah.” Ten gritted his teeth, hating that he was under the thumb of another man. Pete had never been anything but fair. He wasn’t doing this to be an asshole or to play games.

“Listen, Ten, you have until 3 p.m. to take the test. If you miss it, we’re going to have a problem. You’re four months away from completing your program. Don’t fuck it up now.”

He ended the call and rubbed his face between both hands. “Blyad. Fuck. Shit.”

“Anton?” Nisha stood in the doorway of the bathroom, looking sexy as hell in her nightgown with her hair let loose from her scarf and falling around her shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

She didn’t buy it. Narrowing her eyes, she demanded, “Tell me the truth.”

He sighed and scratched the top of his head. “My parole officer called me in for a random piss test.”

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