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He removes his finger and brings it to his lips, sucking.

I die.

And then he drops to his knees. He grabs my panties, pulling them taut against me as he slides his finger over my clit, circling around the tight bundle of miraculous nerves.

What a wonderful body part.

He continues circling his finger, and I swear I’m about to come. I’ve pleasured myself multiple times throughout the years, and I’ve always thought about him. I sit up because I need to see Danny. I’ve dreamed of this, imagined this, wanted this for so long, it’s shameful. But I don’t care anymore.

I am who I am.

Sue me.

Throw me into the pits of Hell and leave me there because I know who rules it and he’s kneeling between my thighs. He moves my panties to the side, and I feel his warm mouth over my center. I throw my head back when he licks me.

He sucks and doesn’t stop. His fingers go inside of me and I grab his head while resting back on my elbow, watching him. The scruff on his face tickles my thighs. He looks up at me, and that’s it. I’m gripping his hair, tightening my thighs and pointing my toes.

I moan loudly, feeling myself grow wetter as I come. I realize I’m grabbing his hair too hard, so I let up as soon as the waves of pleasure stop. I throw my head back and puff out air as my back hits the pool table. My chest expands quickly, and my entire body feels relaxed. Danny kisses my thigh, and I watch him as he stands up.

He smiles cockily. I say nothing. I haven’t felt that good in a very long time. He can be cocky if he likes. Somebody gift this man a trophy, a standing ovation, something. He deserves it.

I sigh one more time, and he grabs my arm, pulling me up. “Feel good?”

“Good,” I say.

He laughs. It sounds heavenly.

I place my hand over his chest. Bringing my lips to it, I kiss over his heart, feeling regretful once again that we’ve wasted so many years. The love I feel for him washes over me as my lips taste his skin.

He pats my ass and kisses my hairline. “The past is the past, love. I’ve got to get out of this mess, and then we can have a future together.”

I look up at him, amazed that he knows exactly what I was feeling. “Can I help in any way?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No. I don’t want you involved. When we’re in the club, we are not a couple. You’re my biggest weakness right now. In fact, I’m not sure it was a good idea bringing you here, but I don’t want you away from me either.”

My stomach grumbles, and I realize I haven’t eaten. Danny notices.

He looks at his watch. “It’s getting late. Let’s get dressed for dinner.”

Chapter Forty-Five

Bones

I take Bexley’s hand, helping her off the pool table. She grabs her jeans and slides them on before pulling her sweater over her head. I link my fingers lazily with hers as we walk back into the loft. We’re quiet, not wanting to let the police know we’re in here.

I’m assuming they’ll be gone shortly. I’ve still got to speak with Trig. I’m pissed that he killed Nugget. I wanted that. He didn’t deserve to die quickly.

I kiss her knuckles and release her hand. “I’ve got to change my bandage.”

“Can I help?” she asks.

I shrug. “If you’d like. How’s your ankle?”

“It’s fine,” she says.

I gather the things I need from my bag and sit down on a stool. Bexley washes her hands and walks over to me, all serious like. I want to smile at her.

I can still taste her on my lips, and it makes my cock twitch. Goddamn, I’m ready to heal. It should only be a few more weeks, I’d imagine. It’s already starting to itch. Bexley pulls the old bandage off, looking at my stitches. It’s not that big, just a few inches long.

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