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Charlotte glanced down from where she was holding herself steady with both arms pressed against the wall. Her face and chest were so flushed, Alex almost felt bad for prolonging her release. Almost.

Belatedly understanding Alex’s instruction, Charlotte raised a trembling leg and planted her foot on the bench next to Alex’s thigh. Holding herself open, Charlotte eviscerated Alex’s plan to take her time and watch Charlotte slowly unravel.

In a swift, decisive motion, Alex leaned forward and greedily captured all of Charlotte’s built-up arousal with her tongue. Charlotte’s hips thrust forward, smacking Alex in the lip. The pain was immediately drowned out by Charlotte’s rhythmic grinding against her mouth.

Using both her hands to reach under Charlotte’s thighs, Alex gripped her hard and steadied her. After a gasp and groan, Charlotte’s body sti ened almost immediately as Alex’s tongue moved in short, purposeful burst

s.

Charlotte devolved into a mess of half-articulated curse words and moans. Alex was undeterred, focusing her attention on a single point as she slowly slipped a finger inside.

“You’re killing me,” Charlotte moaned before her legs buckled and she landed in Alex’s lap, her body flushed and weak.

Alex was going to say that she’d only just started when Charlotte wrapped her arms around her neck and pulled her into a deep, lingering kiss.

“I taste good on you,” she whispered before biting a line down the side of Alex’s neck.

Impressed by Charlotte’s rapid recovery, Alex tilted her head back and let herself be devoured. She allowed herself to be lavished with hands and lips as Charlotte slipped o her lap and kneeled before her, pushing her thighs apart as she slipped between them.

With unrestrained exhilaration, Charlotte reached under Alex’s knees and jerked her forward hard, pulling her half o the bench. Her animalistic need sent an intense pull of desire through Alex’s body. Despite herself, she closed her eyes, tangled her fingers in Charlotte’s wet hair, and brought her lips to where she needed her most.

Charlotte’s moan rumbled deep in Alex’s body, sending her back arching o the wall as she maintained her grip in Charlotte’s hair with one hand but propped herself against the bench with the other.

“You taste so fucking good.” Charlotte’s words were mu ed, but the pained tone was clear and made it hard for Alex to hold herself together.

“Slow down,” Alex groaned, yanking Charlotte’s head back just enough to look at her face.

“Why?” Charlotte demanded, her swollen lips glossy and pink.

Alex didn’t respond, but she allowed Charlotte to dive back into her. With less frantic movements, Charlotte found a more sensual tempo.

As Alex watched Charlotte savor her, tension began to build in her back, her thighs, her belly. Charlotte was so into the act; it was like she was tasting her with her entire being.

“There,” Alex moaned when the tip of Charlotte’s tongue flicked over a particularly sensitive spot. “Stay there,” she

managed before her breath turned ragged.

Charlotte’s grip tightened around the outside of Alex’s thighs. As if it pained her, Charlotte moaned into her while keeping her movements slow and precise.

A quick learner , Alex thought before she tipped her head back, tightened her grip in Charlotte’s blonde hair, and let the wave wash over her.

CHAPTER 21

BY SUNSET, they were both starving, and Alex had to tend to the birds before it got dark. Charlotte o ered to pick up dinner while Alex slipped into jeans and a t-shirt, a small moment of domestic bliss Alex hadn’t realized she’d been missing.

When Alex pictured her life, she hadn’t anticipated it would be so solitary. That was okay but sharing her life and her life’s work with someone else was really the dream. Was that all it could be? A dream?

It was dark when Alex returned to the kitchen to find Charlotte expertly tossing dough into the air, letting it spin and then catching it before tossing it again. It was a beautifully rhythmic act and totally fascinating, but not what she expected when Charlotte said she’d run out for a pizza.

“Where did you learn to do that?”

Charlotte smiled. “One of my first illegal jobs as a kid.”

Alex didn’t even try to hide her surprise at the revelation.

“That only begs more questions. What do you mean one of and what do you mean illegal ?”

“I’m not sure if you’re aware, Ms. Leon, but the minimum age requirement to work in this state is fourteen.