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“Oh!” She bucks in my hands, and I hold her still, slipping my tongue through her folds, tasting every inch of her until her hands are clutching at my hair and her legs are trembling. Then I open my mouth and cover her completely.
She throws her head back and screams.
I hold her up by the cheeks of her ass, spreading her wide and lathing her with my tongue, my fingers right at the edge of her dripping opening. I roll the swollen bud around my tongue, savoring every slick, throbbing part of her. She clutches at my hair, stiffening as she rolls closer to the edge.
“No,” she gasps, trying to move out of my grasp. “I want to come with you inside me.”
I shake my head, buried so far in her pussy I have no thought of stopping. Holding her ass with one hand, I slip the other between her legs, slip a finger inside her tight, ribbed heat.
“Oh, God.”She arches backward, begging for more, and I slide another finger in and curl them upward until she stiffens against me. Then I lock my mouth onto her clit, and she explodes.
“Fuck!”
She bucks and ripples against me, and I hold on, riding her with my mouth until she finally subsides.
I bring her with me as I come out of the chair, lifting her by the ass and wrapping her legs around me as I walk toward the bedroom. She’s limp as a rag doll, her head buried in my shoulder, but as we near the darkened room she starts moving against my straining cock, whimpering softly.
I deposit her on the bed. Light from the hallway falls across her damp mouth, swollen nipples, and the glistening banquet between her legs. I pull off my shirt and unbuckle my belt, staring down at her. She arches off the bed, spreading her legs in invitation and moaning softly.
“Have you got any fucking idea how beautiful you are?” I hear the rough edge to my voice, the last vestiges of my self-control leaving as I kick off my clothes.
Zin stares at my cock. “I want you in my mouth,” she says, and there’s no game in her voice, just naked need.
“Not after that.” I put my mouth over her nipple, groaning as she thrusts up toward me. “I need to fuck you, Zinaida.” Hooking her leg under my arm, I surge into her, and she screams again.
Oh, Christ.
I close my eyes, sheathing myself to the hilt in the exquisite heat of her. I hold there for a long moment, feeling her delicious, swollen core against my pelvis, then move just slightly and revel in her gasps as I hit the spots inside and out that drive her wild. I pull almost all the way out, then slowly drive home again. Her hands go to my ass, and she pulls me into her as I take her mouth, twining her legs about me.
There’s nothing like this.
I thread my hands through the hair spilled across the pillow, holding her head as I plunge into her again.
Nothing like the silken clasp of her around my cock.
I raise her ass and she clutches at mine, murmuring into my ear as I drive home.
Nothing like her breasts crushed against me, her legs wrapped around me, and her hands urging me harder, faster.
“I want you to fuck me so hard,” she whispers, her breath hot against my ear. “I want your cock so far inside me... You’re sofuckinghuge, Luke. Oh, my God!” She clings to me, straining up toward me, and I can feel the first distant twitches of her orgasm approaching. “I can’t hold on...”
I gather her hair and press my mouth to her ear. “Then don’t.”
I take her mouth with mine, hard and hot, and then I let go, driving home over and over, until I can’t tell what is her and what is me. She cries out, spasming around me, and I feel it coming from the base of my spine, creeping up like a fucking storm, taking me inch by inch. Climax rips through me with an intensity that makes me roar. I surge into her, my whole body pumping over and over until there’s nothing left in this world but Zinaida and me, and the fucking dark magic between us.
28
ZINAIDA
It’sodd how fast Luke becomes my new normal.
He slips into my life as if he’s always been there. His huge figure leaning up against the window in my office with a coffee, or against the counter in my kitchen with a beer. A stray touch beneath the glass desk, a dark smile in the rearview mirror, are small moments that leave me electrified, waiting impatiently until I can close the door of my apartment behind us and have him to myself. The intimacy is a revelation, one I rapidly can’t imagine my life without.
I try not to dwell on that thought too often. The reality is that Luke’s time with me is still limited by the job he was hired to do, even if he is technically no longer hired to do it. We both avoid the topic of what happens after that job is done. In the frantic lead-up to the Winter Ball, it’s easy enough to avoid reality. The clubs are booked out with end-of-year functions, and Luke and I are both working around the clock. Amid all that, Luke and Paddy spend hours doing reconnaissance on Minosand Lowbridge Inc., gaining an intimate knowledge of both. Unfortunately, Avonmouth clearly served as a hard warning. Since the night at the docks, there’s been not so much as a whisper of another shipment. Nor, likely thanks to Enzo’s careful cultivation of Lowbridge’s private secretary, have there been any further articles implicating me.
Thanks to that same relationship, today I’m on my way to my first lunch with Lowbridge himself.
“I’ve got a whole team stationed in and around the restaurant.” Luke’s voice, calm and reassuring, comes through my earpiece. It’s a tiny thing, undetectable unless Lowbridge puts me through a security check, which he can hardly do in a public setting. “And your food will be taste-tested before it’s served. Just do your thing and let us worry about security.”
