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“You’re keeping me alive. I’m keeping you happy.” She smiled. “Sounds perfect to me.” Straddling him, she stroked his shaft with her lubricated fingers. A tender touch to jump-start his engine. Back and forth she rubbed before leaning down and, on a loan ardent moan, she took him inside her mouth.
Her warm, talented mouth.
His insides roared to life, his attention pinned on her abilities. He loved how she stroked his shaft while running her tongue over the head. Jolt after jolt of electricity thrummed through him, while her whisper-soft moans urged him onward.
Slowly, she pulled off, and with half-hooded eyes, murmured, “You taste good.”
The ache in her voice turned him harder, the excitement whipped through him in a torrent of energy. Then, she was back on him, devouring him with greed while she massaged his balls and raked her lips over his cock.
Up and down, she took him into her mouth, ran her skilled tongue over him, then licked him like a popsicle. Her blowjobs turned him wild with need as he raced toward a climax.
His groans meshed with the garbled sounds coming from her as she quickened her pace. Her hand tightened around his hardness while she pumped him again and again. Then, shepressed him in until he vanished inside her mouth, but when he hit the back of her throat, the orgasm took hold.
“Fuck, Simone, I’m gonna come.”
While fondling his balls, she raked her teeth over his shaft while flicking her tongue across the head, her guttural groans launching him over the edge.
On a groan, the orgasm shot out of him, glorious waves of ecstasy pounding through him. In those seconds, every broken piece of him became whole… and healed. Life was perfect and simple. There was nothing but blinding white goodness.
Until it was over, and the darkness began to seep in.
She slunk out of bed and vanished into the bathroom, returning shortly wearing nothing at all. She crawled in beside him, pulled up the linens, and snuggled close.
He pulled her onto him. Large pupils blown with lust peered into his eyes. “Thank you for taking care of me,” he murmured before kissing her.
Her kiss was passionate… and loving. In their embrace, he felt the power of her love. The strength of what she could bring to his life. He was so used to taking care of everyone, allowing someone to take care of him felt foreign.
But also fantastic.
“Thank you for becoming such an important person in my life,” she whispered. “Thank you for allowing me to be me. Damaged, vengeful me.”
“I got you,” he murmured.
They shared another kiss.
“I got you too,” she replied.
SIMONE
At seven-thirty that morning,Stuart parked the Range Rover in Simone’s driveway. She, Luciano, and Stuart made their way toward the front door. All three were armed. All three wore Kevlar protection.
“Here comes a neighbor,” Luciano murmured.
Simone turned, painted on a friendly smile and waved. “Hello, Lorraine.”
“Simone.” Lorraine hurried over, still wearing her bathrobe. “What happened? Is everything okay?”
“All good,” Simone said. “Someone left a note on my front door that turned out to be a hoax.”
Lorraine’s eyes widened. “Yikes. I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Did you see anyone before the team showed up in the middle of the night?” Simone asked.
“No, but I talked to the man in charge. His name is Tank—” She broke into a broad smile—“and he looked like one. Anyway, I forwarded my videos to him. I had several dings last night, but didn’t pay any attention. It’s usually just a deer in my yard.”
“Thanks for helping,” Simone said before she hurried onto the front porch where Luciano and Stuart waited.
Teddy had taken the BOOM sign to dust for prints, but Luciano doubted they’d find any. This was a simple job that would take a complete fuck-up to screw up. The Bomb Maker was not that. He was skilled, cunning, and one step ahead of them, leading them down the rabbit hole to the depths of hell.
