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I’m going to come all over Jace’s handsome face.
He’s watching my eyes for it, licking for it, swelling for it. He knows what I’m about to give him: everything.
As soon as we hear the hinges squeak and the jabbering voices fade, he barely presses his finger into my pussy, circling my sensitive entrance. “Fuck, Viv, I’m gonna need to eat this sweet pussy every day.”
He sucks my clit, thrusting two fingers into where I need him. The pleasure is painful, the ache euphoric. “Oh god… Oh god… You’re making me come.”
Savagely, he groans, feasting on my lust as I fist his hair so tightly and burst—white light ripping my vision away. I come, feeling the rush through my veins, through my core, through my sex, filling his mouth.
The sound of his slurps, choked by his deep groan, makes me open my sated eyes. Gazing down, I watch his grunting release. Ropes of his cum proudly shoot from his engorged tip, painting the tile wall behind me. I shudder again with little climax. “Oh god.” I sigh.
With huffing breaths, he gently kisses my clit as if to say goodbye.
Oh no, it is.
“Come here. Please.” I tug at him, and he wipes his dick clean with my panties, adjusting himself before he rises.
Like a memento, he tucks them into his pocket before he towers over me, our bodies still recovering from what our hearts never will.
This hurts too much and heals everything; a stolen moment with him is better than nothing at all. Heaven’s hellish torture.
I pullhiminto a kiss this time, as passionate as the one he met me with, but this one tastes of banana cream, our lust, and the love that keeps escaping our grasp.
I whimper over his lips. “I don’t want to go. I don’t ever want to leave you.”
“Just a little longer, baby.” He hates saying it, I know, but he does. “It’ll be okay.We’llbe okay.”
“Jace, I…” I fight tears, reaching for his handsome face, the yearning in his stunning eyes mirrors mine. “I?—”
“Don’t say it yet,” he interrupts, softly pressing his forehead to mine. “Not here. Not like this. Not until you can be mine forever, Vivian, because you will be, and I’ll never let you go.”
I nod, forcing myself to pull it together. Smoothing my hair and dress, I leave him with another tender kiss and our forced smiles.
Minutes later, I’m sitting at a table where no one missed me, but it doesn’t matter.
The love of my life sneaks past and disappears into the crowd.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
JACE
I lick my lips,relishing the flavor of Vivian on my whiskers, hoping there’s a cage in some zoo that can contain my hunger for her.
This beast needs to be imprisoned.
But I’m not.
I’m roaming free and following Vivian in an entourage of luxury cars as I steer the one I rented down Ocean Boulevard.
The sun can’t rise and fall fast enough for me. I need this mission to be over. I need her to be safe. To be free.
To be with me.
According to a text from Delphine, we captured another server. If our guess is right—it better be fucking right or a hundred bloody heads will roll—it leaves us with one more to go.
DJ, the cousin and restaurant owner, must be housing a file somewhere. His social media looks like a kindergarten chef. Sloppy food shots. Blubbering reels about boy kibble. Embarrassing rants about traffic. The jerk is an amateur.
With no desktop in the background of his shots at home.
