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He takes a deep breath. “I’ll help you get them inside and tucked into bed.”
With that, he exits the truck and opens the rear door of the extended cab. I hesitate for a moment, caught between wanting to push the subject and wanting to hold onto the great day we just had. In the end, I decide that pushing isn’t the right thing to do.
“I’m sorry about before,” I say softly once the kids are settled into their beds, and we return to the living room. “I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.”
“I know you didn’t.”
We stand face to face, toe to toe. My core tightens being this close to him. The heat in his eyes reflects my own, and I resist the urge to shiver. How is it possible that I can go from feeling guilty to desperate in the span of seconds?
It’s him. It’s Reaper. He does something to you that is inexplicable.
“How can I make up for it?” I ask breathlessly.
He hesitates, and I worry that he’s going to turn on his heel and storm out of my house, but he dashes that worry when he reaches out to cup the back of my neck and haul me to him.
Reaper’s lips fuse with mine, gently at first, and more demanding almost instantaneously.
I’m so screwed.
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Kyra moans against my mouth, and I dart my tongue out to caress the seam of her lips. The last few weeks, I’ve sworn to myself, over and over, that I wasn’t going to do this, wasn’t going to cross this line. Apparently, I’m helpless where she’s concerned.
My cock is unbearably hard. Every part of me wants to lift her into my arms, pin her against the wall, and fuck her senseless. Well, every part but the tiny one holding me back.
“More,” she demands, breaking the kiss for a split-second. “Need more.”
I guess I don’t have to hold back.
“Are you sure?”
Kyra nods, jumping into my arms. I catch her easily, my hands resting on her ass, and carry her to her bedroom. After kicking the door shut, I set her on her feet.
“Take your clothes off,” I demand as I unbutton and unzip my jeans to slide my hand down around my shaft. “Now.”
Her pupils dilate, and a sexy grin appears. I watch her strip, stroking myself to the brink. Only when she’s completely naked do I stop and begin to take off my own clothes.
“Oh, wow,” she breathes, her gaze running the length of my body from my eyes to my toes and back again. “You are… beautiful.”
I smirk. “Beautiful?”
“Stunning, sexy, gorgeous, hot… feel free to stop me at any time.”
“Oh, no. I wouldn’t dream of it,” I tease.
Rather than continue with the compliments, she closes the minimal distance between us and drops to her knees. My entire body stiffens when she tentatively licks my cock from base to tip.
Dear Odin, she’s gonna be the second death of me.
I’ve seen Kyra in so many different lights: mom, friend, boss, business owner. But this, thishot as fuck siren, is a light I could get used to.
She hollows out her cheeks and takes me deep into the back of her throat. I thread my fingers through her hair and guide her movements, fucking her mouth slow and steady. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman so it’s no surprise when my spine starts to tingle, and my balls draw tight.
I pull out of her mouth and urge her to her feet. Kyra licks her lips even as she pouts.
“Why’d you stop me?” she asks, her tone sultry.
