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“So you knew about her.” I crouch beside her again and wrap my arms around her. “Don’t worry, she’s working for me now. I can’t wait for you to meet her. Come on, love, let’s get home.” I lean in for a kiss. As our lips meet, I nearly levitate with joy. I get to go home with Ruby tonight, and every night for the rest of my life.

My tongue presses between her lips, parting them slowly before I thrust into her mouth.

“Let’s get out of here,” I breathe against her cheek. “I need to be inside you, and this place is going to start smelling nasty pretty soon.”

Before leaving, though, I install a tiny camera in a vent in the wall. As I pocket the old screw, I notice Ruby watching me intently.

“Yes.” I smile at her. “It was that easy to keep an eye on you. This time, though, we can watch it together.”

As we exit the warehouse, Ruby frowns into the late afternoon light.

“What about Brent’s mom?” she asks tentatively.

“She still has you.” I squeeze her shoulder. “Something tells me she won’t mind very much when you introduce her to your old high school friend in a couple of months. Soon, she’ll probably realize she likes me a whole lot more than she ever liked her own son.”

I walk her to the passenger side door of my rental car and open the door. “Allow me to drive you home, Mrs. Luther.”

Just as soon as I remove the tracker from your dead husband’s truck.

Chapter 22

December 31st

Aaron

Morninglightslicesthroughmy nightmare, and my eyes spring open. My heart pounds, blood throbbing in my ears. The boys stood around me, taunting me, the doorway blocked and my leaden feet useless. Their hands pounded into me, and I heard the crack of my nose breaking and felt the searing pain. And saw the blood. Again.

It’s been the same dream for twenty years now, but this time with an added twist: this time, I had the knife. This time, I fought back.

I reach for the customary emptiness beside me, but my hand finds warmth. And softness.

Ruby.

Next to me, the most amazing woman I will ever meet breathes slowly, her back rising and falling. Her round shoulders shift. I stroke her silky skin, then follow my touch with a kiss. The feel of her under my fingertips inflames my desire, the twenty years of longing that I’ve only recently begun to satiate. A surge of blood rushes to my cock. I press against her, parting the soft cheeks of her ass with my hard shaft, moving closer to the place that I never want to leave.

Dragging the tip of my cock along her flesh, I feel her move against me. Her wetness covers the head of my cock, and I slide it back and forth along her lips, relishing every twitch, every slight shift of her body, the way that she responds to me, knowing the intense pleasure I’ll bring her. Knowing I’ll explode in ecstasy as soon as she’s awake.

“Baby?” She shifts onto her back, one ass cheek pressing into my erection. “Oh!” She rolls around to face me and reaches down to position me between her thighs. “What time is it?” she whispers.

“Does it matter?” I rub against her, sliding between her folds to press against her clit.

She moans.

“Don’t we have that meeting to prepare for the Arrow Black launch tomorrow?” Her voice is breathy, expectant.

“Let me take care of you, baby.” My fingers tease her clit while I press the head of my cock into her entrance. “That meeting, and every other meeting I’ll ever have, will never be as important as you.”

“Don’t worry about me,” her whisper is hot on my cheek.

I pull back and stare at her.

“I will always, always worry about you, and don’t you ever forget that, Ruby Luther. You will always be my number one priority. In fact,” I slide down her body, dragging my tongue along every inch of her beautiful flesh until my face is nestled between her thighs, “I’m about to show you just how much of a priority you are.”

My taste buds can’t get enough of her sticky sweetness, and her moans are music to my starving ears. Deep in my oasis after wandering through a desert for twenty years, I’ve finally found life. The object of my lifelong desire is right here in my hands, in my mouth, and I want her all the time, every minute of every day. All I want is her, and I will do absolutely anything in order to make her happy.

Humming the tune of my delight against her flesh, I feel her squirm in my mouth, feel her fingers in my hair, feel her powerful thighs press against the sides of my head until all other sounds are muffled into obscurity and all I know is the lapping of my tongue like waves against the shore, growing ever higher and more rapid, a rising tempest of my lust translating into her pleasure. Her moans escalate, vibrating through her body. I lick harder, pressing against the tender spot, sucking her clit until she bucks against my face, then screams, piercing the air with her ecstasy.

“Aaron! Oh baby! Oh Aaron!”

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