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“He was here for about an hour today; I texted you as soon as I caught wind,” he tells me. I don’t comment, flipping to the next page. “That’s the picture I snapped of his license plate,” he explains.

The plates are likely stolen, but still won’t hurt to check them out. “Did he meet anyone?”

“That, I don’t know,” he admits. “I didn’t want to hang around too long and scare him off.”

“You did right,” I tell him, closing the file. “This guy’s next stay, make sure he’s given the Jersey Delight room.” And now to dangle the carrot. “Tip me off in time, and a nice finder’s fee will be coming your way.”

Big Benny narrows his eyes. “How nice?”

“Twenty grand nice.” I’m not fucking around anymore.

He flashes a disgusting grin; I can tell he’s already spent the money in his head.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Darius

My eyes snap open; a faint sound coming from the hallway has me rolling out of bed. Placing my finger on the sensor of the small gun safe mounted to the back of the headboard—added it for Iris’ safety—it opens, and I grab my pistol.

Lily’s fast asleep, and I tiptoe quietly out of the bedroom. It’s dark, but I can make out a set of glowing eyes at the other end of the hallway. “Lucky, you nearly lost a life,” I whisper to the cat.

Unconcerned, she saunters off.

Since I’m now wide awake, I do a quick sweep of the house just in case. All clear.

Securing my gun and crawling back into bed, the morning sun’s peeking through the curtains, and the way the light hits Lily’s blonde hair—Jesus, she really does look like an angel. Gently tugging down the covers, my mouth waters at the sight. Beautiful creamy skin. Perky tits just the right size for her petite frame. Pussy bare, inviting me to steal just a little taste.

Invitation accepted.

I nestle myself over her, running my tongue along her seam. Lily makes the sexiest little sound I’ve ever heard—a combination between a sigh and a mewl. She’s still asleep, and I lick the outer part of her lips, needing to devour every single inch of her pussy.

Her hands find my head as she moans, her eyes still closed.

Spreading her pussy lips with my fingers, I get to work with the flat of my tongue, lavishing her with slow, long laps.

“Darius,” she moans. Her eyes opening—heavy with sleep and desire—she holds onto my head tighter as she writhes beneath me.

“Morning, aggeloudhi mou. Just as I suspected. You do make the sweetest little sounds when I’m lapping your pussy while you’re still half asleep.” I press a gentle kiss to her engorged clit.

“Please don’t stop,” she begs.

“Like the nice manners.” Rubbing my beard back and forth over her slick pussy, she nearly jerks off the bed.

“Oh, God!”

“Wrong answer,” I say, continuing to tickle between her thighs with my scruff. “Try again, little angel. Who owns this pussy?”

“Diávolos.” She moans.

I hum my approval. “That’s right. The devil’s stealing a little taste of heaven.” Swiping Lily’s clit over and over with my tongue, her entire body trembles. “You going to be a good girl and squirt all over my tongue this morning?”

“Yes,” she moans, digging her nails into my scalp as her thighs fall open wider.

“Let’s see it,” I challenge. Moving my tongue to her favorite spot, I get back to business. Lily nearly flies off the bed when I add a finger to the mix, and I chuckle against her clit, eating and fingering her in a nice rhythm. Using the pad of my finger to find that little ridged spot deep inside her, I rub it over and over until she’s worked up into a frenzy.

“Right there,” she cries, gripping my hair to the point of pain.

“Δε σε χορτα?νω. This perfect mουνι.” I groan, going back to eating her pussy like a man addicted; maybe I am. But not having any vices in my life, I’m more than happy to surrender to this addiction.

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