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“Fox, oh my god…” she whimpers, her thighs shaking as I lick our arousal out of her pussy. I slip the panties all the way up before pressing my nose into the front of her pussy, inhaling again and letting out a growl while standing. Gripping her jaw, I lean in and raise a brow. She knows what I’m silently ordering and opens her mouth, allowing me to spit our combined release onto her tongue. She swallows before leaning up to kiss me, and I don’t hesitate to respond.
“Baby doll, you are driving me insane.” I grab her hand, placing it on my hardening cock. “I’m about to fuck you again,” I whisper, and she chuckles lightly.
“We need to get out of this bathroom.” She pushes on my chest lightly, and I groan in annoyance but obey. “Knock, so I know it’s clear and can come out. I’ll go and get Winston, and we’ll come to your house.” She says as I head to the door. I give her a slight smirk, shutting the door behind me.
Once I’m sure no one is around, I tap on the door, signaling to Janie that she’s free to come out when she’s ready. I look at the party and let out a sigh. As much as I want to stay here and talk to her about everything now, I’ll wait, allow her to get Winston, and come to my house as promised, and we’ll discuss everything then. I want her in my life, and if that means I have to pull back the curtain and show her some of my scars so she understands why this is harder for me than it would be for others, then that’s what I’ll have to do. It’s worth it. She’s worth it.
TWENTY-EIGHT
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Luca gasps dramatically while smacking my arm, “You little slut!” he teases, his previous Italian accent gone, replaced with an overly excited, high-end LA voice.
Mortified, I groan and hide my face in my hands as he drives me back to Stevie’s apartment. “I’m so sorry, Luca! I don’t know what’s wrong with me!”
“Oh, honey, you’re thinking with your lady dick. It happens to us all.” I groan again and rest my head against the seat of his Range Rover.
“He wants me to go to his place so we can talk.”
“Do you want to?” He asks, and I shrug while staring at the raindrops hitting the windshield.
“Yes. But I’m afraid to. I really like him, but every time we get close like this, he pushes me away. I’m afraid—”
“That you’ll go to his house, open yourself up, and he will do it again?” He smiles knowingly, and I give him a grim nod in return.
“I really like him, but I don’t know if there can ever be a real future with him, given how he acts like a cornered rat whenever I try to show him closeness or affection. I don’t know if it’s just him or if it’s something to do with me.”
Luca laughs dryly. “Honey, trust me on this, that man cares about you.”
I roll my eyes, “You spent all of ten minutes with the man. How would you know?”
He gives me a half-shrug as he pulls up to the parking lot where Stevie’s tiny apartment sits overtopNuts About Dough. “Believe me,” he chuckles. “That was eight minutes longer than I needed to come to that conclusion. He was ready to murder me tonight the moment he saw me walk in with you.” I blush as memories of Fox fill my mind. Him fucking me, his jealous snarls and dark eyes making me tell him I was his.
“Hey!” Luca taps my forehead. “No nasty thoughts on the expensive leather. Now, go get your feline, and then go get your man.” I can’t help but laugh lightly as I reach over the console and hug Luca.
“Thank you for everything,” I whisper as I kiss his cheek.
“Yes, yes, I’m wonderful. Now off you go; there was a man at the party that I’d like to get to know better.”
Raising my brow, I pull back and cock my head. “Who? No, wait, I don’t want to know which of my father’s friends you’re about to bone.”
Luca gives me a grin, and I climb out of the car to head inside and grab Winston.
I runthrough the downpour with Winston’s covered carrier in my arms as I take the steps up to Fox’s porch. I knock on the door several times and try not to shiver from the rain soakingme. The door opens, and Fox’s frame takes up the door frame, shirtless, with black pajama pants sitting low on his hips.
“Holy shit, you came,” he breathes.
“That’s what she said,” I say through chattering teeth.
“Shit, you’re soaked.” Shaking his head out of whatever trance he is in, Fox lets me into the house. “Go take your clothes off and grab one of my shirts, and I’ll throw these in the dryer for you.” He gestures to my soaked black leggings and purple shirt, which has become a second skin.
I drop my backpack while setting Winston’s carrier down and opening the small door to let him out. Instantly, he meows happily and rushes out, running straight to his cat tree.
Turning to stare at the man, who is already scratching Winston’s head, I tilt my head to the side. “Did you burn all the clothes I had here or something?”
Fox looks at me, confused. “No, why would you think that?”
“You told me to go get a shirt of yours like my own clothes aren’t in the closet I was using.” I watch as he lets out a breath and turns to give me his full attention.
