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I suck a little harder, moving my fingers slightly as I rub at her front walls, searching. I know when I find it because I feel her clench harder around me. Bingo. I keep up the friction while I suck on her, tasting her. Enjoying her. I look up as I do it. Tiger stays behind her walls too, and I want to see her face as they fall down and pleasure takes over everything.

She looks unspeakably good, her tits spilling out over that gold dress, her thighs spread for me, her head arced back to show that long neck. I wish I could bottle this up, because there are plenty of times when I need something good to get me through the night, and it doesn’t get better than this.

Her eyes meet mine, almost golden in the low light of the kitchen, and I feel her pulse around me, her mouth falling open.

“Leonard—”

I know, baby. I know. I’m going to give you what you need.

I double down with my hand and my mouth, and I feel it as she falls apart, her hands on me, my hand in her, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen or tasted, and I don’t care to ask myself why. I just want to stay here in this moment. Maybe all night. Maybe all year. Maybe for the rest of my miserable life.

I watch her as she comes down, her hand releasing my hair, and when I’m sure she’s ridden the wave for all it’s worth, I stand up next to her.

She’s staring at me, eyes wide, so I make a show of licking my lips.

“You taste delicious, Tiger. Just like I knew you would.”

“God, of course you’re good at this,” she says, and something inside of me deflates, just a little. Then she tugs me closer. “Let me look at you.”

My dick likes that suggestion and is hopeful she wants to look at all of me.

Her small, smooth hands run over my shoulders and down my arms, then explore my chest. “You had to be beautiful, too,” she murmurs like she doesn’t even know she’s saying it.

“Can’t blame that one on me. We’re born with what we’re born with.”

“But you’ve worked with it, too,” she says, tracing my muscles, then one of my tattoos—this one another five buck job—a little devil woman with a pitchfork.

“Looks like you, don’t it?” I ask, lifting her up off the counter. Her tits press against my chest in a soft tease as I set her down, and she must feel how much I need her. Maybe I’ll take her against the wall. I’d have to hold her up because she’s short, but—

“Is that my mug?” she asks, her voice more alert and less of a moan. “I noticed it earlier.”

“Uh, yeah,” I say, glancing at it on the counter next to her. It’s sitting there in all its super-glued glory. She’d offered to help me fix it, but something inside of me didn’t like seeing it broken. It felt like one more thing I’d screwed up, even though she was the one who’d dropped it. It’s been nice, having it in here. A piece of this house that feels like mine, when almost everything else is borrowed.

“You really do like it.”

She sounded surprised, so even though she’s still got her tits out, I don’t grab any of the things I’d like to touch and tease. I lift her chin with my hand pressed to her neck. “Of course I like it. I hope you didn’t take anything Queen Bee said to heart. You’re talented as hell. She sees something in you she wants to steal. Talent. Heart.”

“I don’t think…”

I guide her away from the counter and push her into the wall. Then I kiss her, my hand still beneath her chin, holding her there. She looks up at me as she kisses me back hard, and there’s a flutter in my chest, almost like the beginning of a panic attack. I pull back, release her. Breathe in deep, feeling shaky, like I do when I wake up from one of my dreams. Except when I take a deep breath in this time, all I can smell is Shauna. Her skin on me. Her subtle perfume. Her pussy. “She’s fucking jealous, and she should be.”

“Leonard,” she begins, and the light in her eyes has me wanting to know what comes next. But then there’s a mechanical sound, followed by a pop, and the back door swings open. We both swivel around to look at the same time. Shauna’s chest is still exposed, her perfect nipples pearled in the cooler air in the kitchen.

It’s Reese with one S.

He pauses in the doorway for a second, his eyes wide, probably because he’s looking at Shauna’s tits. Shit. I reach out to fix her dress, feeling an almost primal need to hide it from him, and he takes the opportunity to turn and run. I’m about to follow him, but Shauna beats me to it.

She’s out the door and on Reese in an instant, before I can get a single word out.

ChapterFifteen

Leonard

“Shauna,” I shout, just as she knees him in the balls right outside the door.Damn. I don’t want to get on her bad side. My own throbbing cock gives a sympathy wince as the hard-on starts to subside. “It’s okay. I know him.”

She turns and gapes at me, and I guess I understand her surprise. Hedidjust break into my house.

“Come in,” I say and he does. He’s got his hand cupped over his business, and I feel another jab of pain for him. Shauna comes in after him, shutting the door, and he shrinks away from her.

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