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The first floor consisted of the living room, an eat in kitchen, a dining room, and a sliding glass door leading onto the patio and out to the fenced-in backyard with a large inground pool.

“Wow, Lucian. How do you ever leave?”

He chuckled. “No choice if I want to pay the mortgage. But every second I’m here, I enjoy.”

“I would too. My Airbnb cabin is nice, small, cozy. Definitely nothing like this, but it’s enough for now until I can secure a better place.”

“Well maybe you won’t have to.” Lucian said as he came up behind me and slid his arms around my waist. He pressed his front against my back, and I could easily feel his hard on pressing against my ass.

Was this man really suggesting what I think he was?

I didn’t answer as his mouth found my neck. I wanted to enjoy the here and now and the way his body felt against mine.

I gave my ass a little shake, wanting the friction of my ass against his hard cock. He groaned and reciprocated the friction back as his mouth worked on my neck with skill, leaving my entire body broken out into goosebumps.

A low growl erupted from Lucian’s throat. “I can’t resist you much longer, baby. I want you so fucking bad.” His hands gripped my waist hard before one slid upwards and wrapped itself around my neck. No pressure was applied, but he couldn’t stop murmuring about how beautiful I looked. How sexy I was. How turned on he was.

I spun around, unable to control my urges, all of my willpower gone, and pulled him against me as I slipped my arms around his neck. I crushed his mouth with mine and slipped my tongue inside, moaning and groaning as I explored in a way I never had before.

Without breaking our kiss, Lucian scooped me into his arms and carried me to his bed. When he placed me down gently, weslowly undressed each other and fell back onto the bed, a tangle of naked limbs. I wanted him inside me so bad I was ready to fucking explode.

Lucian’s hands and mouths explored every part of me. I moved my hands to do my own exploring, but he pushed them away. “This is all about you, baby.” He climbed on top of me, took each one of my arms and placed them above my head, holding them there with one hand. “Can I trust you to keep them here?”

I nodded even though I knew I couldn’t trust myself. He was too damn sexy not to. I wanted to trail my tongue along every inch of his skin and taste his saltiness. I wanted to wrap myself around him and fuse into one like it was something we did all the time.

But I held them there. As his tongue trailed over my breasts and swirled around my nipples, I cried out in pleasure, sensations running through me I’d never felt before.

He moved down over my stomach and when he reached between my legs, he dipped his head into my pussy and licked and sucked the life out of me. My wet pussy juices soaked his beard as I rubbed my clit and he kept up his special tongue moves, performing magic on my sensitive nub.

Pleasure built up inside me, spreading through every part of me, until I came so hard, I saw stars, my entire body shaking, as my legs clasped squeezed his head. But he didn’t stop.

Oh, no. Lucien kept going until I came so many times I lost count. And when he sunk his hard, thick cock into me minutes later, I was ready to combust all over again.

And we did. Several times.

Until we passed out, naked and spent, in his bed together.

CHAPTER SIX

Lucian

We didn’t leavemy bed until the next morning.

I served us dinner in bed, followed by dessert, and a night of lovemaking, until we fell into a deep coma of some of the best sleep I’d ever had.

Chevelle woke in a panic.

“Shit, shit, shit! What time is it?”

I groaned, peeked one eye open, and looked at the clock on my dresser. “Six thirty.”

Chevelle laid back down, her breathing beginning to slow. “Phew. I’m not scheduled until ten.”

I smiled at her from beneath my pillow. I loved sleeping with one over my head, blocking out the noise and distractions keeping me from sleep. “It’s Saturday. I’m off the hook.”

“Lucky.” She snuggled up next to me, her eyes slowly drifting shut. “Guess you’re on breakfast duty, then.”

“I’ll make you breakfast every day of the week, sweet girl.”

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