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Lesley put on a robe and followed him to the door. “You’re coming back, right?” she asked, nodding toward the bag he had slung over his shoulder.

“Of course.” He saw her nod. “I’m going to stop off and get some fresh clothes.” He grabbed her chin and kissed her. “You really think I can stay away now?”

“I’d hope not. I have more plans for you.”

Antony took a deep breath and let it out. “You’re not the only one.” He opened the door. “I’ll text you when I’m on the way back.”

“Here,” she said, pressing her key into his hand. “Let yourself in when you get here.”

The shiny piece of metal burned into his palm. He tucked it into his pocket and leaned down to kiss her again before walking to his car.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

After the last three hours of report taking, Antony had a headache. His irritation at being interrupted in the middle of the weekend was compounded by the song and dance he’d gotten from the troop who, after some mild pressure, confessed to exaggerating the situation to get out of trouble for breaking curfew. Now the kid had a lot more to answer to, and Antony had lost three hours of delicious exploration of Lesley’s body.

Antony tossed his freshly restocked bag into the passenger seat of his car and tapped out a text to Lesley before heading down the road. He hoped the 20-minute drive would help clear the throbbing in his head. Considering that, he rolled his shoulders and unclenched his jaw, moving it back and forth. There. That was better.

By the time he pulled into her driveway, he’d gotten rid of most of the stress. He grabbed his bag and headed to the door, knocking twice and spinning the knob.

A lone light over the kitchen sink lit up the room. She’d been up and doing things, baking, from the looks of the muffins cooling on the counter and the smell permeating through the air.

The sight that greeted him as he walked into the bedroom stopped him in his tracks. He dropped the bag to the floor and leaned against the doorjamb, watching.

Lesley was naked and sprawled out in the middle of the bed. He watched as she slowly pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy before sliding them up to skim across her clit. She grinned at him as she raised them to her lips and ran her tongue over them, sucking them into her mouth.

“You’re still dressed?”

He quickly thumbed the buttons open on his shirt and shrugged it off. Shoes were next, and he padded his way over to the foot of the bed.

She traced her hand down her body, but Antony kept his gaze on her face as he reached for the button on his jeans. She was staring at his fingers.

“Mmhmm. You’re insufferable.” He shrugged out of his pants, leaning against the foot of the bed to tug his leg off. Once free, he crawled up and straddled her hips, pinning her hands up over her head.

Antony leaned down, pressing his body against Lesley’s. He whispered, “Seeing you laid out for me, naked and wet. The look in your eyes when I touch you.” He bit her neck, and she leaned into him. “Every whimper, every moan. Every gasp and every scream I plan on getting out of you.” He leaned up on his arms, keeping her pinned with the lower half of his body. The delicious friction of her writhing against his cock fogged his brain. He scooted down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, hard, scraping his teeth over the tender flesh before soothing it with his tongue. She cried out, and he felt her arms move.

He shook his head and chuckled at her frustrated noise. Slowly, he lifted his head, tugging her nipple before popping it from his mouth.

“You mentioned give and take last night. This is me taking from you, Lesley. Fucking hell, I don’t think I’ve seen anything more beautiful.”

“Antony,” she whispered. “I ache.” She rolled her hips against him, trying to find any sort of relief.

He rocked back, moving to a kneeling position between her legs. She was bared open to him, eyes half closed and clouded with desire. He ran his thumb over her slit and brought it to his mouth.

“I could slide right into you, you’re so wet,” he murmured. He leaned over quickly and grabbed a packet from the nightstand, tossing it on the bed next to him.

Lesley took a deep breath. “Do it,” she said, undulating her hips. “You need to fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

He smiled. “And how do you want it, Lesley?” He trailed a fingertip lightly around her clit before pressing just the tip into her.

“Hard. Deep.” She moaned as he stroked her and tried to move her hips to take more of his finger. “Stop teasing me, damn you.”

Antony laughed. “You know that this is teasing me, too, right?”

Lesley leaned up on her elbows. “I know. We’ve been teasing each other for weeks now. Ramos, I need you to put that condom on and get that dick inside me.”

He swore he heard his blood rush south. “Yes, ma’am.” When she lay back down, he picked up the condom packet and put it on her belly. “I have an idea.”

As he leaned over her, he kissed her, stroking his tongue against hers until she whimpered against his mouth. He broke away and reached over her head to grab a bolster pillow.

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