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I couldn’t imagine losing two parents. I had more questions, but I didn’t think he wanted to discuss it. If he had wanted to elaborate, he would’ve said something already. Taking the hint, I didn’t inquire further. There was only room for so much trauma tonight.

“Your T-shirt stopped my bleeding. I owe Chococat immense gratitude. I’ll buy you all the T-shirts you want.”

My heart flapped. “I’m too old for that now.”

“Never too old to love what makes you remember your childhood, right?”

I had Chococat stationery and pens at my apartment, but I wasn’t going to share that.

Thinking about the other people from the accident, I asked, “Were your grandmother and Yolanda seriously hurt too?” I noticed the scar on the side of his neck. “Is this from the accident?”

Nodding, his lips tilted at the corner. “You’re acting like my Dr. Sexy K.”

“I’m being serious.” I swatted his chest and realized I’d somehow gotten onto his lap, straddling him. Had it been the hug? I didn’t remember anything except embracing him.

I tried to wriggle free and return to my seat on the couch, but his hands gripped my hips in place. His thighs widened, and my butt settled into him even more. His hard length was proudly prominent against me.

“Don’t go.” He gave my hips a squeeze. “You’re perfectly fine here, Kitty K. That’s my new pet name for you now that I know you’re the owner of the Chococat T-shirt.” His eyes gleamed with mischief, reminding me of our time in his hotel room. There had been a lot of friskiness that night.

“I thought I was Dr. Sexy K.”

“You’re that and more.” There was a wealth of promise in his husky voice. “Dr. Sexy K is the naughty version of you that can make me come via text. Kitty K is the frisky woman who will show me all kinds of misconduct in bed.” His fingers skipped up and down my spine, igniting a fire that grew too fast.

How could a serious conversation about trauma end up like this? I had questions about his grandmother and Yolanda, but the desire in his eyes pushed those thoughts aside for now.

“You’re just BaMBu Beast to me.”

His eyes focused on me intently. “The only beast, right?”

I ground my hips in a circle, feeling his arousal increase. “Maybe.”

The smile faded, and his jaw tightened. With two hands, he cupped my butt and thrust his hips forward. His cock slammed against my shorts as a feverish urgency lit up his eyes.

“I don’t share, Kiera.” His mouth crushed mine, and his tongue speared through, lashing mine.

“Neither do I,” I panted as I tugged at his shirt, untucking it from his pants.

“No strings attached.” His eyes locked with mine. “Just sex. While you’re sleeping with me, there’s no one else. Understand?”

My long-term idea was pushed aside for now as need and passion overwhelmed me, making me disregard my set of rules. I smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. “Stop talking and fuck me.”

He gave me a wicked grin. “That’s what I’ve been wanting all night.”

I palmed his bulge, and the heat singed my hand. A sly smile crept onto his face as he removed my T-shirt and bra. My breasts spilled out on his hands, and my nipples peaked. “God, I’ve missed them.”

He stroked my aching nipple with his tongue. Sensations swirled, and I couldn’t think or talk or breathe. When he sucked on a nipple, energy zipped through me, and my back arched, offering him more of me. His sexy mouth adored my breasts by licking, sucking, and pulling at my nipples with incredible skills. My head fell back as the bliss rolled through me.

A loud moan escaped me. Was that even my voice? Or was that his?

His mouth left my breasts, moving up to kiss me again. Then he dragged it along my jaw and scored the column of my neck. He smelled of cedar, musk, a hint of citrus, and earth—a man of endurance, freedom, cultivation, and preservation. He was like the conservation land that was protected by some sacred force of nature. In his existence, he offered more than he realized. My heart quivered as his lips pressed to the pulse pounding on my neck. He sucked the spot, and I whimpered in satisfaction.

I felt my body shift as his hands supported my ass. “I’m going to fuck you all night. Purr for me, Kitty K.”

I was already purring for him now. Somehow he carried me to the bedroom as though I were feather-light. One powerful arm wrapped around my back, while the other supported my ass. My legs tightened around his waist as my arms looped around his neck.

“I’ve got a frisky ailment, doctor. Please help me.” I nipped his earlobe.

“And I’ve got the perfect remedy for you.” A devious smile appeared on his face as he tossed me on to the bed and yanked off my shorts and underwear. “I’m going to spoil you with my tongue.”