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“Fuck…” he swore. “You’re going to make me come.”

I continued doing exactly what I was doing, and he started to twitch. My pussy throbbed at his reaction to my talents.

“You should stop…” He held my head in place. “You’re about to make me nut.”

I didn’t stop because I wanted him to lose control.

And he did.

His hips jerked involuntarily. And with two fistfuls of my tightly coiled hair in his hands, he fucked my face to a loud orgasm.

With a rough grunt and a full-body spasm, Russ came hard.

It was so much I almost choked as I attempted to swallow it all. Wiping the corners of my mouth with my fingers, I stared at his dick, shiny and still hard, pointing at me lazily. A smile pulled at my lips as his body slumped in pleasure.

“That was so fucking good,” he groaned, pulling me to my feet. “Come here.” Grabbing my face, he kissed me hard and deep. “Now it’s your turn.”

21

I glanced over my shoulder at Russ. “If that’s Remedy again, you can answer it,” I remarked as we walked up the sidewalk toward my front door.

“Work can wait,” he replied, my bags in his hands. “I’m off and I’m with you. I’ll call her back later or I’ll talk to her on Monday.”

I smiled as I pulled my key out of my handbag to unlock the door. “I get why you didn’t take the call while we were leaving the lake house or the one while we were at lunch, but now she’s calling for a third time—something might be up. She might need you.”

Shaking his head, he entered my place behind me. “She’s calling as CCO. If she was calling as my sister, she would’ve texted me.” He dropped the bags off in the entryway and took off his shoes. “And she knows how I feel about my time off.”

I stepped out of my shoes. “I hear you. But with that event happening last night, and we both didn’t go…”

It looked like he was going to dispute what I was saying, but he snapped his mouth shut and nodded. “You’re right.” He stepped toward me, cupping my face with his hands. “But first…”

He kissed my forehead and then stared at me in awe for a few moments. “Thank you for this weekend.”

I wrapped my arms around his middle, basking in the way he looked at me. “Thank you for coming with me.”

“It was my pleasure.” He paused for a moment. “Youare my pleasure.”

Dropping a soft kiss against my lips, he stared at me as if he were seeing me for the first time. There was an adoration in his gaze that made my stomach quiver. The thought that crossed my mind while I was drunk was crossing it sober.

“Russ…” I murmured, biting my bottom lip.

“Yes?”

“The pleasure is all yours”—I pushed up on my toes and pressed my lips against his—“and so am I.”

The low moan that reverberated through his chest and into my mouth made me smile against his lips.

“You’re mine,” he stated in barely a whisper.

“I’m yours,” I confirmed.

“I love when you say that shit.”

I’d never said it outside of us having sex. For some reason, it felt more intimate standing in the hallway of my apartment. With slow, dawdling kisses, I felt the sensuality and depth of our connection. Our mouths were speaking from the heart. With each meeting of our tongues, our emotional needs were being expressed and our feelings were being communicated. That kiss was more than a kiss. That kiss spoke to a deeper connection between us.

“Wow,” I breathed when he pulled away. I let my eyelashes flutter open and I was met with a look that made my heart leap from my chest.

“Nina, I—” His phone rang again, interrupting the moment between us. Reaching in his pocket, he shook his head. “I’m about to put it on silent.”

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