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What the hell was I thinking? My negotiation skills are rusty. I’ve never been so hard in my fucking life. Watching my girl cook in the buff is enough to send me over the edge, but having her kneel between my legs every few minutes to suck my cock is utter madness.

She doesn’t just give it a chaste kiss or lick. She sucks my dick in deep and hollows out her cheeks before sliding off and leaving me panting over and over.

Paige is a great cook, too. The kitchen smells divine. In the two years I’ve lived here, I have never used even half the pots and pans and utensils she has pulled out of cabinets. Most of them I didn’t even realize I owned.

Vegetables are roasting. Onions and peppers are frying with some seasoning. Chicken breasts. Garlic fills the air. I don’t even know what we’re having, and I don’t care. I only care that my amazing, fucking hot woman is naked in my kitchen, dancing around and humming with a smile spread across her face.

Naked. My girl is totally butt-ass naked.

It’s damn near impossible for me to stay rooted to the chair, but I promised her I would use self-restraint. Literally. And I have. I’ve been gripping the sides of my chair for almost an hour.

She spins around, letting her hair swing, and returns to me yet again.

I brace myself as she drops to her knees and drags her tongue up my cock, flicking it off the tip. And then she’s gone. Back at the stove, stirring something.

If I could freeze this moment, I would. It’s surreal. I’m still reeling from finding her. A true needle in the haystack. What if I’d gone my entire life never knowing she was alive?

We have mountains to climb. We’re ignoring our problems. And I think we’re entitled to that for one night. Tomorrow morning, reality will sink in. She’s going to be a prisoner in my penthouse. She can’t leave. Few people will ever know she’s here. It’s a matter of life and death.

I pray it’s true that Tombeck has no idea she’s alive, but I worry he might know or find out. I’ll do everything in my power to keep her safe while I simultaneously hunt him, find him, and rid this globe of him.

Shaking those panic-inducing thoughts from my head, I concentrate on the most perfect woman I’ve ever known standing in my kitchen. When she sways to whatever tune is playing in her head, her breasts bounce. I’m pretty sure she’s doing it on purpose. Just like I’m certain she intentionally bends over repeatedly, giving me a view of her pussy and her cleavage.

Fighting the urge to moan, I rarely blink. The show is too good to miss.

Finally, she declares the meal ready, fills two plates, and comes to the table. She sets one in front of me before dropping between my legs again. Her hands slide up my thighs.

She tips her head back and giggles. “You may eat after me.” And then she goes to work, sucking my cock all the way to the back of her throat so fast that my eyes roll into the back of my head.

My knuckles are surely white from gripping the seat of the chair. I didn’t see this coming.

Paige sucks me hard and fast, swallowing more of my length than she should be able to. I’ve been so damn close to orgasm for so long that I can’t hold back. I come embarrassingly quickly, shooting into the back of her throat.

She swallows every drop before releasing me with a pop and grinning like she just won the lottery. “Mmmm. Delicious.”

I grab her under her arms, pull her up, and lift her off the floor. “Straddle me, naughty girl,” I growl.

She spreads her legs and settles on my lap. Her hands come to my shoulders. “How are we going to eat like this?”

“We’ll find a way.” I pull my plate closer, stab a broccoli spear with my fork, and bring it to her lips. “Open.”

She takes the bite and groans around the flavors. My girl likes her food as much as she enjoys cooking.

Setting a hand on the small of her back, I anchor her and make her sit on my lap for the entire meal. I alternate between feeding her and myself. It’s the best meal I’ve ever had.

Chapter 14

Paige

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My heart is racing as I stare into the eyes of the man who is about to end my life. I’m surrounded by blood and carnage. The room is eerily silent. Everyone is dead except me and the man with the rifle.

I know I’m leaving this earth. My life flashes before my eyes. I regret little, but I’m heartbroken by the pain my death will bring to my friends, my boyfriend, and my father.

Time stands still. I’ve seen too many horror movies, so it seems like mountains of bodies are piled around me. Blank eyes staring at me. Blood dripping from the corners of so many mouths. All of the dead are looking at me. They’re wondering why I have not joined them.

The man with the rifle laughs maniacally as he reloads his weapon and aims it at my face.

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