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I bring my thumb to her clit. I bring my other hand to her chest. I toy with her as she takes me again and again.

It pushes her to the edge.

Her groans run together. Her hips move a little faster. Her eyelids flutter closed.

"Fuck." The world rolls off her tongue as she comes. She pulses around me, pulling me closer, taking me deeper.

It undoes me.

I release control. Let the sensations overtake my body. Let myself enjoy every moment of it.

The satisfaction in her eyes. The flush of her cheeks. The curve of her hips. The soft, sweet feeling of her body enveloping mine.

"What have you done to me, Ivy?" The words are half routine, half real.

What the hell is real anyway?

She looks down at me with a satisfied smile.

I help her untangle our bodies, take care of the condom, wait for her to come closer or ask me to leave.

She settles onto the bed and pats the spot next to her.

So, I nestle into the space, holding her body against mine.

I don't mean to fall asleep next to her, but I do.

Chapter Seven

Romeo

Ivy is kinder than most clients. She doesn't wake me up.

No. That honor belongs to my mother.

My phone rings five times in a row.

I answer with a sleepy voice. "Good morning to you too."

"It's past nine a.m. sweetheart," she say, in Italian. "I thought you had a job."

"I set my own hours." That's true.

"I need to talk to you," she says. "About your brother."

"What about him?" I ask.

There's a gentle knock on the door. "Hey, Romeo."

"Oh, I see. Of course." Mom laughs. "Mija, do you really think you're going to meet the one this way?"

"Mama. I'm not. Hold on." I put my phone on hold and meet Ivy at the door. She’s already dressed for work, whereas I’m naked in her bedroom.

She doesn't hide her stare.

"Can you give me ten minutes?" I ask.

"Five." She checks me out one more time, then she closes the door.