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“Yes, of course.” I stepped aside to let him pass, trying to brace myself for the inevitable.

Arne pushed the door shut and hugged me so hard my feet lifted off the ground. His lips slammed on my mouth, his slick tongue thrusting inside. With a groan, he pressed me against the wall and urged his thigh between mine. I was sure if he could have crawled under my skin, he would have.

“Oh my God, Raven, I’m so sorry. Tell me you don’t hate me. Do you hate me?” He moaned into my mouth, his broad hands roaming my body. My sweet princess redoubled his efforts, clearly having a moment and sweeping me right along with him.

“Why do you say that, Princess? Why would I hate you?”

“Because I fucking messed up. I suck, and we lost.”

“Arne, look at me.” With both hands on his broad chest I pushed him back to give me some breathing room. “We’ve lost before. I can’t count the times Bo or Nik got penalties. I’ve been worrying about you. I thought you might…”

“What?” he asked softly, stroking my cheek. His inquisitive eyes pierced me. It felt like he could see to the bottom of my soul.

Whatever you will find there, it’s all yours.

“I wondered if you had enough.”

“Enough of what exactly, Max?”

Oh no, not stern Arne. Please.

“I don’t know,” I hedged, but maybe coming clean would help.This level of anxiety isn’t healthy.“That you told Jerke why you lost your temper and decided you didn’t want to see me anymore. I thought that when you took me apple picking, too. And it drives me crazy.”

Arne’s jaw dropped. “What the actual fuck, Max?”

He pushed back from me, grappling with my hands.

“Let me fucking kiss you, baby,” I snapped. He stopped struggling and surrendered to my mouth.

His needy little whines will be my downfall. “I still don’t know what someone as handsome as you would want with me, Arne.” I turned us around, bringing his back to my front door. Kissing down his chin and his throat, I inhaled his cologne. “God, Viking, you make me so hard.”

“Max!” His head thudded back into the wood, his hands finding my shoulders as if to hold me in place. “I’m not handsome,” he added as an afterthought.

“No,” I agreed with him, “you’re not handsome. I nuzzled my face into the thick pecs. “You are the prettiest little princess I’ve ever seen. Let’s go somewhere more comfortable. I don’t want to blow you against my front door.”

“Okay.” He followed me into my bedroom. It was smaller and darker than his, with navy blue walls and dark grey sheets. I gave him a little push that made him topple back onto my bed.

Arne giggled that boyish laugh I loved so much, but he moaned when I dragged his slim dark sweatpants and the usual white athletic boxers he preferred down his legs. I trailed soft kisses up his thighs, breathing into his warm skin and inhaling his scent.

“So pretty,” I crooned, then fisted his dick and brought my mouth down on him.

“Oh my God, Raven. Your mouth feels so fucking good.” Tangling his hands in my hair, he tilted my face up. “Let me see you, please,” he whispered, brushing the tears off my cheeks. When I hollowed them under his touch, his length twitched. I thought for a moment he would lose control and comewaybefore I was ready to give up this thick, veiny cock in my mouth.

It turned me on like crazy that I was more experienced than him. At least in this territory. And seeing Arne gaze down at me with lust.Fuck!It did my head in.

Pulling off his cock for a moment, I ran my hands up his thighs.

“Anything you want to try, Captain? Nothing is off limits.” I deep-throated him again, loving to hear him hiss when his cockhead bumped into my throat.

“I’ll tell you if something doesn’t work for me. But—” He cursed, his hips bucking up. “I doubt we’ll have to worry about that today.”

My breath was ragged with the fucking pleasure of my lips working his leaking dick.

“Today or ever,” he groaned. “If anything, I worry about how long I can hold back.” I grinned around his cock before sucking him down once more. My hands wandered, brushing his tight nuts and delving further.

“Oh my God! Are you sure you want to do this?” My precious big viking palmed my cheeks, uncertainty etched in his face.

I pulled off his cock, tears blurring my vision. I wouldn’t let him do anything he wasn’t comfortable with.