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I rolled my eyes, stepping away from the chaos of hangers and shoes.

“Fine, fine. But don’t stress too much about your precious wardrobe.” I pivoted toward her, leaning in for a swift kiss. It was seamless, slipping into this role with her. It was like it was always meant to be. “I’ll gladly live out of a single suitcase if it means living with you.”

Her eyes softened for a moment and her fingers curled in the fabric of my hoodie. Then she ushered me off, shooing me aside with an indulgent wave. “All right—go on, you big softie. Give me a few minutes.”

Shaking my head, I strolled into her bedroom, another lesson in tasteful extravagance. A plush king-sized bed dominated thespace, perfectly made with pillows that probably cost more than anything I'd ever bought in my life.

I perched on the edge, glancing at the windows that offered a glittering view of the city.This is real,I reminded myself, pulling my hair out of its ponytail and letting it fall around my shoulders.

In the hallway, I could still hear the rustle of clothes, the occasional mutter from Maxine as she debated each piece. I tried not to eavesdrop, but the muffled curses and small exclamations of “—I forgot aboutthis!” made me chuckle.

A few minutes passed, my mind drifting to the fact that we were truly doing this—just me and her, figuring out how to share a life together. My heart swelled at the thought. Then the rustling quieted, and I heard a softclickof the closet door.

“Leah?” Maxine called from the hallway, voice a notch lower than usual.

“Hmm?” I straightened up, half rising from the bed. But she appeared first, stepping into the doorway with a flourish that stole my breath away.

My cheeks flamed instantly, and my mouth went dry.

Maxine wore… Well, not much. Not much more than a very sultry set of lilac lingerie—delicate lace clinging to her curves. The overhead light caught in her hair, dazzled in her darkened eyes.

She lifted a brow, shamelessly enacting a playful little turn. “So, about me getting rid of my clothes… are you sure about it?”

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head, and I swallowed a surge of hot, molten arousal.Holy hell.

“N—no,” I stammered, the single word stumbling off my tongue. I shook my head, over and over again, bumping back down onto the bed. “Absolutely not. Keep… keep everything. Keep it all.”

Her lips curved into a triumphant smile, and she sauntered forward, bridging the space between us. Every nerve in my body thrummed and my cheeks heated something fierce.

“Thought you might say that,” she purred, hiking a knee over my leg. One and then the other, until she was straddling me, and I had no choice but to slide my hands up her legs, around the curve of her ass. Wouldn’t want her to fall.

I exhaled a shaky breath, hooking my fingers under one of the delicate straps on her hips. “You’re impossible,” I choked out, but the words lacked any real bite.

She pressed her forehead to mine, fangs glinting when she grinned. “You want me to clear space in the closet? I will. But this–” She flicked a glance at the enticing lace. “This, I think I’ll keep.”

Heat flushed through me, and I nodded mutely.

“Good,” I managed at last, tongue leaden in my mouth as my fingers dug into her thighs. “Good plan.Greatplan—I am in complete favor of this plan–”

She kissed me, cutting off my rambling words, and heat struck through my body. It shot down my spine, converging in my belly, and left me boneless, brainless, and gasping for breath.

Her tongue danced against mine and my fingers dug into her flesh, kneading the soft mounds of her ass as she surged forward, devouring my mouth with her own. It was overwhelming, it was everything I wanted. It was almost too good to be true.

In an effort to keep my head from spinning off, and driven by a desire to prove to myself that this was really happening—every fantasy coming true at once—I slung an arm around her waist, tipping the both of us until I had her on her back, her bare feet braced on the edge of the bed.

Maxine sighed as I kissed her again, before I pulled back to simply marvel at the sight of her. Spread out on the silkenbedsheets, wrapped up like a birthday present in lilac and lavender, she looked every bit the fairytale princess. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her eyes heavy-lidded under long, lustrous lashes, and her hair splayed out like a halo around her head.

I ducked down and sucked a love bite below her clavicle, and drew my lips down her throat, past the thin layers of lace that hugged her body. I moved lower still, kneeling on the plush carpet, as my tongue tracked a path between the valley of her breasts, down her stomach and over the clasp that held the skimpy garment in place.

When I reached that moist spot between her legs, I curled the fabric aside and went to town.

Maxine arched up from the bed at the sudden sensation, stuttering out a curse as I coiled my arms around her thighs, tongue lolling through wet folds, luxuriating in the taste of her. Her head dropped back against the mattress as I lost myself between her legs, the wet swishing sound of my tongue thick in my ears.

I suckled at her clit, smiling against the slickness of her folds when a groan reverberated through her body and her thighs tightened around my head. Every uttered curse from Maxine sent waves of arousal through my own crouched body, coiling in my belly and urging me onwards.

On and on, I worked her with my mouth alone. Until she was finally on the brink, writhing on the edge of the bed. I could never tire of making her cum, of the sensation of her orgasm rich and heady on my tongue.

When Maxine flopped backward on the bed with a final, whimpered moan, I pulled away, wiped a hand across my mouth and scaled her body again. Her shaking fingers found the seam of my hoodie. She tugged, and I got the memo, yanking it over my head along with my undershirt, seaming my body with hers again.