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“Let me show you how much I want you, how much I need to taste you.”

"Okay," I rasp.

It's all the permission he needs before he grabs me by the hips and positions me in front of his face.

I feel the anticipation in my body of what's to come, his hands sliding over my hip, making me feel more desperate.

I feel the wetness running down my leg, and Zane lets out a satisfied smile.

He kisses my thigh, licking my taste as if he doesn't want to waste a single drop, and I watch every second of his act, thinking about what it would be like to watch him fuck me.

Then, in a teasing and lazy movement, his tongue slides over my folds, causing my hands to close over his curls, holding them tightly.

“Zane,” I gasp.

“Am I doing this right?” Zane says under his breath, seeking approval.

Is he doing it right? He's doing it perfectly I've never felt like this before.

“Yes, my little angel, you are doing it perfectly.”

“Good,” he murmurs and then sucks on my clit, making me gasp again.

His hands continue to slide over my stomach and then play with my breasts while his tongue makes magical movements against me.

He kisses my pussy with greed and hunger, and fuck, it feels good, so good.

“You taste delicious, baby,” he pants between kisses, his hands now gripping my hips tightly to force me even further into his face.

“Zane, please,” I beg, but I don’t know exactly what I’m begging for.

But maybe Zane knows because he hits a specific spot that sends me over the edge, and then I'm collapsing into his mouth.

“Little Angel that was…”

“Yeah…” he says with a satisfied smile. “I feel that way too.”

CHAPTER 26

MIA

Turns out, Zane and I managed to clear out our pasts...between a lot of make-out sessions, of course. I told him everything I could about mine, and he connected the dots, casually mentioning that my sister—yeah, the one I didn't even know was looking for me—was now hunting me down.

So, here I am, waiting to meet her. Because, why not? Life’s just full of these neat little surprises, right?

The white lab coat was a little tight on Zane’s broad shoulders, and I bit the corner of my lip, enjoying the view. The contrast between him and the tattoos that peeked from beneath his rolled-up sleeves was a kind of delicious visual irony.

“You look handsome in a lab coat, husband,” I teased, the corner of my mouth pulling into a mischievous smile. “I thought you were just a tattoo artist.”

Zane, as always, looked away for a second before answering. It was a small detail, but I already knew it meant he was uncomfortable being the center of attention.

That only made it better.

“I majored in Chemistry in Canada. Never really used it for anything useful,” he said, slipping his hands into the pockets of his lab coat, as if trying to hide how naturally it fit him.

I laughed, leaning against the cold laboratory counter.

“Says the guy who makes bombs for a secret society.”

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