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“Yes, what?” His thrusts intensify.

“Yes, I want to come all over your cock.” I’m still hovering on the edge, desperately wishing he’d touch my clit again.

“Too. Fucking. Bad.” He gives a final thrust, then his cock twitches, and he collapses on top of me.

Holy hell.I tremble in frustration, unable to touch myself, desperate for him to touch me.

After what seems like an eternity, he kisses my neck, then unlocks my hands. Gently, he guides my body around until I’m facing him, then removes my blindfold.

All I see are his soft brown eyes.

“Ruby,” he whispers, covering my mouth with a deep kiss and lifting me onto the sofa behind me.

My body still trembles with anticipation. He slides a hand between my thighs.

“You did so well, my queen.” He climbs onto the sofa between my legs and massages my thighs, tracing the places where his whip left marks. “So well,” he repeats, and slides two fingers into my pussy.

I gasp, then look quickly up at him, expecting a rebuke.

“It’s okay.” He smiles. “You’re allowed to now.”

He leans over and licks my clit, slowly, savoring the taste.

I moan and close my eyes. The sofa shifts audibly, and I feel his cock press into me. I look up at him, surprised.

“What can I say?” He shrugs. “Twenty years is a long time to wait.” He moves into me gradually, inch by inch, then lays his body along the length of my quivering form. “Now I’m going to make you come,” he says, and fucks me into complete oblivion.

I have no idea how much time has passed when we finally get off the sofa. But before we get dressed, Aaron has a final demand.

“Wear the plug tomorrow.” It’s not a question, it’s an order.

“I won’t be at work,” I point out. “I finally have a day off.”

“I’ll meet you at home.” He runs a finger down my back and around the curve of my ass, delving into the crack until he finds the soft, tender skin. Feather-light, he traces along the edges of the opening. “I haven’t had this part of you yet, and I can’t wait to find out how it feels.”

“You’re so big,” I say tentatively, my stomach tightening again at the thought of fitting him inside me.

“That’s what you’ve been training for, Ruby. I’ve been watching you, remember? I know you’ll be ready for me.”

I’m two hours late returning to work from my lunch break.

“I covered for you, girl.” Manuel meets me by the door. “But you’d better go convince Gary that you’re heartbroken over your dead aunt.”

“Thanks, Manny, you’re the best.” I start toward Gary’s office.

“Go by fragrances on your way,” he winks. “You smell like a whorehouse and a campfire had an illegitimate love child.”

The smile doesn’t leave my face until I get to Gary’s door.

Chapter 18

December 28th

Aaron

ThenextmorningIcan’t sleep. Finally, around six, I go to the diner for coffee and eggs, my phone carefully angled away from other patrons while I watch Ruby blissfully passed out in bed. Before my food has even arrived, Brent walks into the restaurant. Stumbles, actually, accompanied by a couple of vaguely familiar looking guys. Football players, I realize. From Hawk Ridge. Brent seems to be taking the whole witness protection thing seriously.

I’m distracted enough by them that I miss the moment when Ruby wakes up. When I look back at the phone, she’s no longer in bed. I find her in the bathroom, brushing her teeth. She’s wearing her silk robe, and I wait in eager anticipation for it to fall open.

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