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His words are cut off as I inhale him deeply into my mouth. I clasp my hand around his thick cock and relish the feel of the veins sliding against my palm. That’s it. Now, I’m back in control.

I laugh around his dick, and he grasps my head. “Less jerking me around and more….” His eyes roll back into his head. “Fuuuuuck.”

Yeah, that’s more like it.

Chapter Twenty-Four

An Hour Later

Leo

I need a cigar. I fall onto a kitchen chair while gasping for air. My chest heaves up and down as the intake of air feels like shards of glass are lodging themselves into my organs.Fuck, I’m out of shape.

Kinsley grabs a breadstick from the counter and sashays her sweet ass over to the table. “Here.”

“Thank you.” I’m moderately surprised my mouth still works, and words are coming out of it because the rest of my body might never work again. She swings it from left to right. “Well, aren’t you going to take it?”

I lift my hand, but it drops back to my side, dangling toward the floor.

“Poor baby.” Her eyes twinkle with mischief. “You’d think you’d run a marathon the way you’re gasping for air.” She slides her skirt up her thighs and straddles me.

When my dick doesn’t move, I cringe. Surely to God, she didn’t break him. But…. My eyes widen.

“What’s wrong?” Some of the humor drops from her face.

I cup her cheek. “You broke my dick.” Horror covers her features. “I’m kidding.”

“Asshole.” She cuffs my upper arm. “I thought you were hurt.”

God, she’s beautiful. Her long hair is a tangle of curls trailing down her back. The white button-down shirt is misshapen, and if I had to guess, there’s more cum dripping down her thighs than a teenage boy’s sock.

She’s it for me. ‘The one’ people are always waxing on about. ‘The one’ I didn’t believe existed. I’ve dated other women, but I’ve never cooked one dinner. Sure, we’ve not eaten it, and it could taste like sawdust, but that’s not the point.

I’ve never wanted to impress a woman. Yes, I like helping my friends and would go toe-to-toe for any of them, but this is different. I’d slay dragons for this woman.

I trace my thumb over her cheekbone. I want things I’ve never thought about. A future. A family. A happily ever after with late-night baby feedings and Saturday morning cartoons.

Do they even have Saturday morning cartoons? Dumbass. There are cartoons 24 hours a day. See. That’s how fucked up I am over her. “I’ll be hurt if we aren’t together.”

Her head jerks backward. “You mean that?”

“Yes, I mean that.”

“Wow.” She swallows hard, and my gut clutches. Dude, slow down. You only met a few days ago. You don’t have to blast the wedding march through a megaphone–yet.

I shift under her, causing her bottom to slip backward. “Listen….”

Her eyes glow as she rights herself on my lap. “Don’t get all huffy and try to push me away. I’m shocked. I thought I was crazy for weaving fantasies of happily ever afters, but maybe I’m not so far off base.”

My heart skips a beat. I want that. I want her to be my woman. “I’m not rushing you. You have a lot going on, and we need to figure out who’s responsible for trying to sabotage you, but I don’t see letting you go. Ever.”

She arches her pelvis forward and rubs her sex against my cock. He’s not dead, but he may be trying to take me out. “That’s kind of stalkerish and kidnappee, but I love it.”

“I….” I clear my throat. “I was talking to Keith today. He had some interesting thoughts about your father’s accident.”

She leans back, but this time, she’s not rotating against me, and her jaw is tight. There’s the douse of cold water we needed. Bring up her dead father. Right before you toss out the conspiracy theories.

“Don’t.” She rolls her eyes. “Don’t fall for his illogical accusations. My dad was in that part of town at least once a week.”

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