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When I woke up, Romero wasn’t beside me.

I took a much needed walk down memory lane, smiling to myself when the night before flashed back to me.

From the moment we met, our relationship had been go, go, go. We fought hard. We fucked harder. We killed without remorse. Being separated didn’t change what was between us. If anything it felt more solid than before. The devil on my shoulder was my sole voice of reason on the matter, and the angel wholly agreed with what she wanted.

I rolled onto my stomach with a groan, my sub-conscious reminding me of what was growing in my womb. Another conversation that needed to be had, and the only one I wasn’t ready for. I didn’t regret it for one single second but the timing was all wrong.

Life just kept slinging curveballs at me and being a moody bitch, but whatever, I was a bigger one. Closing my eyes, I let out a breath and tried to get my thoughts in order.

I didn’t hear Romero enter the room but I knew he was there. The hairs on the back of my neck rose and I felt his eyes on me. He did that a lot, watched and studied me while I slept. I always wondered what he was thinking but never asked.

“I know you’re up, Pixie.” I heard the humor in his voice. His fingertips we

re on my bare skin a second later. I shivered from his touch, his soft laugh letting me know he saw it.

Rolling over, I opened my eyes and sat up excitedly, taking the sheet with me. “It’s tomorrow.”

“Good morning to you too,” he sarcastically quipped.

“We’ve never said good morning to each other; we’re not that domestic. Please don’t try and be domesticated.”

“You’re right, my day always starts off better after my face has been between your legs and your come is on my taste buds.”

“There ya go, honey.” I grinned up at him.

“I love seeing that smile.” He looked at me for a brief minute and his eyes darkened. I had barely blinked and he was ripping the sheet away, pushing me down onto the bed.

“What are you doing?” I laughed.

“Figure it out,” he responded, shoving my legs and apart and covering my tender pussy with his magical mouth. He pressed his forearm down across my navel, forcing me to stay how I was.

His tongue swiped up from my ass to my clit in carnal, frenzied strokes.

“Rome,” I breathed, trying to wriggle away.

He lifted his hand and began massaging my clit with the pad of his thumb in a steady circular motion at the same time he started easing the tip of his tongue in and out of my pussy, humming in the back of his throat.

“Your pussy tastes so sweet, Cali,” he soughed.

I threaded my fingers in his silky hair, struggling to swallow the moans building in my chest. I lost the battle the longer he licked and sucked, fucking me with his tongue and teasing me with his fingers.

“I want you inside me.”

“You can’t feel my tongue?” he teased.

I would have glared but it was hard to be mad at a guy when his face was between your legs.

“That’s not what I meant,” I growled in frustration, sucking in a quiet breath when he obliged me and placed a gentle kiss on my swollen nub, moving slowly up my stomach until he was settled over me and his erection was pressing against my apex.

He placed the pad of his thumb on my lips. I nipped it, smiling up at him and breathing in my scent. I was putty in his hands, a marionette that moved in perfect sync with her marionettes.

My hands flew to his zipper; he kicked off his boots and helped me work him out of his jeans, pulling off his shirt last. He was commando underneath. His metal piercing proudly protruded through the head of his stiff cock.

“Let me ride you,” I nearly whispered.

He apparently liked that idea, because I was on top of him before I could take my next breath. I laughed, which he didn’t appreciate.

“Don’t play with me, put my dick inside you and fuck it.”