Page 85 of Crossing Lines

“You like it, baby?” I rumble at her entrance, staring up at her.

“Yes,” she whimpers in a high-pitched voice. “Yes!”

“Come for me, Davi.” I twirl my tongue, nip at her sensitive clit, and return to the dripping hole. I devour her until her body starts to tremble on the desk, and her loud cries fill the apartment.

“Oh! Oh! Shit!”

I’ve never been happier about pleasuring someone. Seeing the excitement on Davia’s face makes me want to please her all night and even for the rest of our lives.

I lap up her delectable juices until she slowly descends from the high, then straighten before her and wipe my mouth with my hand.

Her eyes appear clouded with lust. Her breaths are heavy. “Oh god… That felt… so fucking good.”

“Tell ol’ boy you’re mine.”

“Kross…” She lowers her head, seeming too weak to stand.

I rest my hands on both sides of her. “You are.”

“I’ve been with Jamir for five years. It isn’t easy for me to hurt him like that.”

“I’m trying to understand. But Davi, it hurts me to watch you stay in a relationship that’s dimming your light when you deserve so much more.”

She presses her forehead at my chest and moans.

“I know you feel this, baby,” I whisper. “Stop delaying and give it a chance.”

She touches my arms. “I’m scared. It’s too intense. Too fast.”

I hook my finger under her chin and make her look up. “You know in your heart that it’s our time.” I kiss her again. “Stop being afraid.”

“I’ll end it,” she says, and all the frustration eases from my chest. “I’ll tell him.”

“Okay. Let me know when.”

She grips my sweatshirt before I walk away. “Don’t go. Stay the night. I need you to hold me.”

“Thought he was coming over?”

Picking up her phone from the desk, she taps on the screen and lifts it to her ear. “J, um, I’m drained. I did a lot today, and I’m crashing. Can we talk tomorrow?” She stares into my eyes as she listens. “Okay. Bye.”

The second she hangs up, I charge for another erotic kiss and carry her to bed, having every intention of eating her sweet pussy all night.

THIRTY-ONE

My body hums whenever I think about Kross feasting on me through the night and before leaving my place. It feels so incredible with him. I want more.

Collecting myself, I finish confirming the fabrics with our acquirer and leave the meeting room. My smile falters as I run into Iree in the hallway. My desire to be with Kross will undoubtedly cost our friendship and break her heart. “Hey, Iree.”

“Hey,” she returns dryly. “There’s a delivery for you.” Annoyance laces her tone like she knows who it’s from.

I frown. “Iree, listen—”

“Whatever, Davia,” she hisses and continues on her way. Damn. I don’t want to cause her pain, but I can’t fight my feelings anymore.

Entering my office, I smile at the takeout bag on my desk with the accompanying French note on the front.

Je pense à toi, ma belle.

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