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My center flexes, flooding my core with heat.

Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m dropping to my knees, tearing at the tie of his pants, dragging them down. He’s magnificent as I pull him free, long and mouthwateringly hard. My eyes droop as I look up at him, pulling my fingers along his shaft, barely touching him. Ero’s head tips back against the wall, his knees dipping slightly, his hips rolling forward, almost involuntarily.

I savor the lines of his chiseled abs, running like canyons down into the crook of his hips, down to the impressive curve of his cock. No more waiting.

He pulses once the instant I curl my tongue around the base of his shaft, smoothly driving him all the way into my mouth, pursing my lips to glide along him. Satin smooth skin fills my senses, paired with the feeling of his perky, firm ass gripped in one hand. My other hand circles the base, swooping down to squeeze his most sensitive assets. It’s soft enough not to hurt, but hard enough to make his entire body clench up.

It’s everything I can do not to laugh and choke with him sheathed to the hilt in my throat. I stay there as long as I can, rocking my head in tight, subtle motion. Until I have to take a breath. Then, I suck him all the way out, tasting the tang of his desire with a little twirl of my tongue at the end. Three times, I take him all the way in, all the way out.

He’s gasping by the time my lips pop around his head the third time, his legs quaking.

“I want more …”

“So much more,” I moan in reply. But I’m not done with him.

Bobbing my head, I take him halfway, tightening my grip, pumping him into my mouth with every motion. I can feel his tension rising, his chest heaving with exertion and a climax that will drown me in his lust.

But before I can finish him off, he pulls me to my feet, planting another mind-melting kiss on my lips, dragging athumb through the glistening spit around my mouth. Something about the way he devours me right after I sucked him off has me reeling, my hips bucking against his leg as he so swiftly slips a hand down, parting me with deft fingers, plunging two of them into me like they were made to fill me perfectly. And sweet goddess, I’m ready for him.

The silk stretched down against my inner thighs is drenched in my desire for him. Bliss builds as he hooks his fingertips, his palm brushing against my clit, not nearly enough, but it’s almost better for the lack thereof.

Like he can read my thoughts, his digits hesitate back to my entrance, playing like he might thrust them in again, never giving me what I want, making me more and more desperate by the second.

“Keep onalmostdoing that and I’m going to—” I don’t finish the thought, losing my words to a deep, quavering moan.

“Almost? Definitely. I’malmostready to take you right here.”

“Oh, fuck yes …”

And dear goddess I am about to explode when the fucking gate at the end of the hallway buzzes and slams, announcing a guard coming our way.

“Miss Circe?”

Rage and frustration mixed with panic and a teen-angst feeling of being caught have me shoving away from Ero, fixing my clothes, putting distance between us. Ero stays put, against the wall, tugging up his pants and sinking back down to a crouch.

I almost snort laugh as he squirms, hiding his erection. Simultaneously, I want to scream bloody murder for the interruption. Thoughts of killing the guard and letting Ero finish me are short-lived.

And as the fog of arousal fades, I want to slap myself in the face for what I was just doing.

“What?” I bark as the man peers around the doorway, his brow furrowed.

“There’s no cell service down here. Mistress called, said to have you call her back as soon as possible.”

“Fine,” I snarl, dismissing him with a wave. I take a second, a few breaths with my hands on the door frame, white knuckled.

“Circe…” Ero’s voice grates along my frayed nerves. “I?—”

“Make a choice, Ero,” I cut him off, my feelings roiling in my gut. “I’ll give you a few more days in the dark to think it over.”

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“You gonna take care of that?”

“Not with you sitting here.” I squirm on the cot, trying to ignore the…inconvenient result of another night of dreaming about Circe. Even thoughts of her drive me nuts.

“Prude.”