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“My tough girl. You’ve had to be so strong for our son. And while I’m grateful. I’m not about to let you continue to carry that load on your back.”

“No, you’d rather see me on my back,” I snark.

He eyes me slowly, and my body catches flame. “I’d rather put you there, crawl between your legs, and reacquaint myself with your sweet pussy.”

I press my thighs together to relieve the ache increasing.

“Would you like that too, Rylee?”

I swallow and shrug.

“You want me to take care of you?”

“I’m not yours to care for.”

“Do you want to be?” He spins the words on me.

His words stir the urges I’ve been too exhausted to indulge. “Stop. Is this a game for you?”

“It’s a realization that what I truly want is within reach.”

Don’t ask. Don’t ask.“What is it you want, Lenk?” I ask, exasperated. “Because to me, you’ve gone hot and cold.”

“From now on, you won’t have a reason to doubt me. I could play the nice guy role, but we both know I’m not. You’ve been mine from the moment you welcomed me into your body and gave me a one-of-a-kind gift. You bled for me, and it bonded us in inexplicable ways. Can’t you feel it?” He leans in. his warm breath caresses my mouth, and I’m caught in the tractor beam of his gaze. “Let me remind you how good I can make you feel.” He nips my bottom lip and kisses down my neck. Tilting into the press of his lips, I allow myself to feel without thinking. Nibbling down to my pulse point, he laves the throbbing point with this tongue.

“I want to give you another kiss, Rylee.” He sucks my skin between his lips.

“Yes.” I bury my fingers into his soft hair and tug lightly.

He bites down, and I cry out, arching against him. Releasing my skin with a loud pop, he kneels in front of me. Pushing my dress up, he bares my soaked white panties to hungry eyes.

“Already so wet for me.” He breathes against my core, and I squirm. “Hold your dress. I want to see you.” I fist the cloth in my hands, and he grips my inner thighs, nuzzling my core with his nose as he inhales deeply. “You smell so good. I bet you taste even better.” His tongue presses flat against my swollen clit through the material, and I’m enveloped by the warmth of his mouth as he sucks. The pleasure-filled sounds he makes are obscene as they float in the night’s quiet. I part my thighs, done resisting the magnetic pull between us.

Just once, I want to be selfish again and feel something more than worry and stress. Snaking one of his hands around to support my ass, Lenk pushes my panties to the side and strokes up between my sodden lips. Humming, he dives in. A man starved as he sucks, licks, and sips me like I’m his last meal. Circling my clit with the tip of his tongue, he dips inside, and I tighten around him, desperate to be filled. Rocking my hips, I ride his tongue. He pulls back, and I protest with a whimper.

“Shhh. I know what you need.” A finger replaces his tongue.

“So tight. Have you been saving this pussy for me?”

“Yes.” I grip his hair tight as he stretches me out, exploring me with his long, thick digit, reaching places my own can’t.

Thrusting and twisting, he opens me up and stokes the flames of desire higher inside me. Flattening his tongue against my pulsing bundle of nerves, he crooks his fingers, brushing a spot that sends me tumbling over the edge. Arching, I throw my head back and scream silently as a white light explodes behind my lids. Breathing hard, I force my heavy lids up and look down at Lenkov, licking his shiny lips and smiling.

“This changes nothing.” I rasp.

“We’ll see.”

I’m in over my head and sinking fast.

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LENKOV

“The customer at table number fifteen is asking to speak to a manager, Sir. They requested you by name.” I sit down the spoon from the borsch I tasted and look down at the waitress, Wanda. Her bright blue eyes are full of concern. Her freckles stand out on her pale face. The customer must be a genuine piece of work.

I frown. “Did the customer say why?”

“No. Everything was fine until I dropped off her check. I thought the service was running smoothly.”

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