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Hattie arched, nails scrabbling at my scalp for purchase. I licked a hot, wet stripe over the stiff peak of her clit. Breathing in the scent of her arousal. She tasted like the sweetest heaven, so desperately fucking herself on my tongue.

I pinched her clit between my teeth until she was writhing. My name fell from her lips, over and over, head thrown back.

At last, I closed my mouth around her clit and sucked.

“Fuck,” Hattie moaned.

She came with a full-body shudder. Thighs quivering, body arched in exquisite bliss.

Her phone kept ringing and ringing. She shoved her purse off her shoulder with frustration.

Hattie gazed down at me, eyes dark with lust, smoothing her hands through my hair. I could feel the aftershocks that rippled through her, and I knew she wasn’t done. She needed another. And another.

I reached around, filling my palms with her plush ass. Kneading her soft flesh. Wishing more than anything that I could take her home and fill her with my cock properly.

Instead, I rose to my feet and adjusted her panties, sliding her skirt down. Hattie gripped my shoulder for support as she tested to see if her wobbly legs would hold her weight.

“That…that was not why I wanted to talk to you,” she said.

“Really?”

Hattie glanced away, but not fast enough to hide the twitch of a smile at the corner of her mouth. She touched her hair, twisted up off her neck, checking to make sure I hadn’t messed it up too much.

“What did you want then, Hattie?” I asked.

She didn’t answer right away. Her phone rang. Again. I sighed and took a step back. Hattie retrieved her purse and checked her phone.

“It’s Officer Shepard. I’ve been gone too long…”

She trailed off, stowing her phone back in her purse. She fidgeted with her clothes, attempting to smooth the wrinkles out of her skirt to no avail.

I reached out and cradled her chin, tilting her head up.

“Talk to me, baby. Tell me what you wanted.”

Because I’ll give you the world,I thought.You should know that by now.

Her lips parted as she took a breath to speak. Hattie hooked two fingers in the silver chain around my neck, tugging it free from the collar of my shirt. She toyed with my wedding ring for a moment.

“I’m glad you were here,” she whispered.

A small, tender smile flickered across her lips. Then she tucked my wedding ring back under my shirt and patted my chest, before she slipped out the door.

I blew out a breath and sagged back against the wall, willing the bulge in my jeans to be a little less noticeable before I left the privacy of the stairwell.

Chapter fourteen

Hattie

Officer Shepard dropped me off at Connie’s house well into the afternoon. The moment I walked in the door, Wylie came careening into the entryway.

“Aunt Hattie! Look at my tattoos!”

He flexed his little arms, covered with blurry tattoos of motorcycles. I ruffled his hair and crouched down to his level.

“You must be feeling better, cowboy,” I said.

Wylie shook his head.