Page 93 of Crossing Lines

“None?”

“Mert was like a brother to me, but you know how that ended. I guess it’s been difficult for me to trust that people won’t turn on me.”

“Is that why you keep your distance from Hunter and the rest of the team?”

“That and I’m their boss at the end of the day. I don’t want to get too close when I may have to fire or trade them.”

“That soundsso lonely.”

I lift a shoulder. “It doesn’t matter. I guess I’m not the type of person to have many friends, anyway.”

“And I think you’re selling yourself short. Hunter, Jake, and the rest of that group are there, waiting for you to accept their constant invitations.”

“How do you know about the invitations?”

Nina laughs. “It looks like Elodie is having a problem keeping her mouth shut since getting married.”

“That’s fine, as long as she keeps telling me all your secrets.”

“Ah-ha, you just confirmed that she’s your source. I’m going to ban her from telling you anything else.”

“That’s only acceptable,” I say, “if you tell me everything about you instead.”

“Everything?”

“Yes. I want to know it all, from the small things to the big things.”

“But there isn’t much to tell.”

“Humor me.”

And then she goes on to do just that, revealing how she helped make the costumes for a school play when she was in high school and loved it. That she held on to the bit of hope that even in her small town she could perhaps find a way to do her passion. How she and Elodie were the outcasts in the town, and people would make fun of her constantly because of her mom and ill-fitting clothes. How she hates cucumbers but loves carrots. How she gets angry when she’s overheated and hates having cold feet inthe night. I eat her words up, committing them to memory.

Learning everything there is about Nina is quickly becoming my new obsession.

I wake up to Nina’s head on my chest, my arm draped over her hip. Slowly I shift her so she’s lying on her back. Sliding down her body, I nudge her legs open, nuzzling her inner thigh, making a trail of licks and kisses toward my destination.

“What are you doing?” she mumbles, her words barely more than a drowsy slur. Eyes half-lidded, she gazes at me in a way that makes me believe she’s still somewhere between dreaming and reality.

“Enjoying my breakfast,” I say, hooking her leg over my shoulder. “And I’m starving.”

Instead of diving into her like I want to, I take it slow. I lick and kiss her everywhere except her clit and slit. She shifts and grabs my hair, pushing me down.

“Needy, are we?” I ask. “Do you need your morning orgasm as much as I need to give it to you?”

“Shh, less talking and more…” She waves a hand toward her pussy, and I chuckle.

“Oh, you want me to eat you out?” I blow on her clit.

She lifts her hips. “Yes, I need you.”

I grin, loving that she wants me as much as I want her. Inserting a finger, I alternate between suckingand flicking her clit until she’s writhing for more. More that I’m happy to give her. Climbing back up her body, I rub my dick over her dripping pussy and thrust inside.

“Ahh,” Nina screams. “I need you hard and fast…”

“Whatever my good little cum slut wants, she gets,” I say, loving the way her eyes light up when I say that to her. Loving the way she clenches around my dick, strangling it. I set a brutal pace and send her right over the edge. Her body tightens, and she thrusts her head back as her orgasm barrels into her.

When she’s finished pulsing around me, I continue pounding into her, chasing my own release. She holds on for the ride and spurs me on.

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