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Deep.
Passionate.
Arousing.
I closed my eyes, anticipating the moment that would send me into another stratosphere. It was upon me. The quivering of my legs was signifying.
“Mmmmm. Mmm. K–” I moaned into his mouth.
He kissed me harder.
Longer.
Deeper.
“Uh.”
There they were again. The stars. The moon. The darkness. It bathed me in its uncertainty. It clothed me with its coolness.
Kason’s hands and mouth and tongue and chest provided warmth, bringing me back to life.
Weakenedlimbs lifted from the sheets. On quivering limbs, I stalked the kitchen, body free of threads. Liberation was such a complicated and addictive concept. However, we were well-acquainted.
Warm lights welcomed me, another one glowing with each step I made. Floor-to-ceiling glass offered the neighbors a glimpse of my bareness. The possibility of spectators wasn’t concerning. Their angle was. Their visual. Secretly, I hoped their view satisfied the best parts of them.
The coolness of the wooden planks lowered my body’s temperature. My large, round nipples hardened like small stones. Stickiness kept my thighs close.
I pulled the gold handle of the cabinet, exposing Kason’s glassware. Cautious with my choice, I stared at the grand selection. The sleek, incredibly sexy, and simple twelve-ounce cylinder stole my attention and failed to release it.
I slid it from the cabinet and held it underneath the automated hydrant. Warm water flowed into it. I rinsed it well before blotting it with a paper towel.
The low hum of Kason’s appliances lulled me to a quieter place. Paper towel and glass in my hand, I gazed out into the openness of his condominium. Past the minimalistic furniture was Clarke’s skyline.
Subtle but bold.
Dark but light.
Quiet but noisy.
Calm but busy.
I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth. The nights I’d dreamt of returning to the city that had made me rolled around in my head. St. Catana was paradise, but Clarke was home. Their beauty was incomparable, but it didn’t stop me from trying.
In the end, Clarke had my heart. St. Catana housed it.
Teddy.
Rhea.
Jru.
Ege–
“Boo,” Kason whispered.
“Gosh,” I gasped. “You interrupted my train of thought.”
Claiming that Kason had scared me would’ve been a lie. Because even stripped down to nothing, no one in the building was a threat. Not even the doorman with the Glock on his waistline.
