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He hums. “And I wouldn’t mind seeing that. As much as I love your dresses, I hate seeing your body hidden.” He shifts in the chair beside me and then beckons me with a pat on his thigh. “Come over here, sweetheart.”

His voice is low and sends shivers up and down my arms. I rise and shuffle the few feet toward him before lowering myself onto his lap. His fingers disappear under my skirt and rub along the front of my panties. “Do you want something?”

I close my eyes and nod my head, reveling in the feel of his touch. This feels like a test, like he’s testing my knowledge of every sexual lesson he’s taught me over the past few months.

“Tell me,” he commands me with a purr.

I lean in close, brushing my lips against his ear. “I want to unbutton your jeans and take out your cock.”

He nods. “Yes. And then?”

The denim is soft and supple, giving way easily as I pop the button, unzip the fly, and then spread his jeans open. My hands slip under the waistband of his boxer briefs before pulling his cock free. He shifts us slightly to tug his clothing down a little more

“And then I’m going to put you inside me.”

With my hands braced on his chest, I move to straddle him. My feet barely touch the ground as I lift slightly and then free one hand to guide his cock into position. Gently, I lower myself as inch by inch of him glides inside me. We groan in unison once he’s firmly in place.

“Are you scared someone will see us?” he asks as his hands rest on my hips.

I look up at the canopy of trees and the dusky night sky before glancing at the neighboring houses. Some are dark, and some are glowing with lights.

“Make it quick,” I tell him, which makes him laugh.

He pulls up my T-shirt, pleased with my choice of bra, and sucks on my nipple through the lacy fabric. “I’ll do no such thing,” he murmurs around my breast. The feel of his hot mouth against my cool skin sets me alight, and I begin to rock against him. His head falls away, and he exhales sharply as I move. With his hands firmly on my hips, he pulls while I push, and together, we create a rhythm uniquely our own.

“I don’t think I can last,” I breathe out, throwing my arms around his neck and grinding against him hard. I feel as though I’m chasing something every time I move, and an electric shock shoots through me. It makes me feel so good—hemakes me feel so good—and I want to feel that way forever.

My hips move in small circles as his hands drift up my thighs. His thumbs brush the insides, and my entire body tingles with desire. His hands shift, and his thumbs stroke closer and closer to my clit until they make contact.

“Yes,” I moan into his shoulder as I ride him harder and harder.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he encourages me.

Unexpected tears stream down the sides of my face as I grasp him tighter, moving my body faster and faster because I realize I’m not chasing something; I’m running from something. A nightmare I fear is coming. A reality I’m afraid of living.

As Zev erupts inside me, I cling to him, shaking through my own release. “Please don’t leave me,” I sob. “Please.”

36

Zev

Since we movedinto our new house, I’ve been insatiable. Yael and I fuck frequently—maybe too frequently—and in every room possible. When we moved in and fucked in the backyard, she begged me never to leave her. That was when I realized she thought about Henry’s visit more often than I assumed.

The truth is, I think about it every damn day. When I wake up, it’s the first thing I think about.Is today the day the police knock on my door?I’m not guilty at all, but my hands certainly aren’t clean. I take it as a good sign they never questioned me during Leann’s initial disappearance, but things are different now that she’s dead.

I know I’m innocent, but what if the Elders have influence in the city too?

The first smile Yael gives me when I wake up pushes those thoughts away. She is what matters. If I am questioned, and God forbid, arrested, I need to make sure she’s taken care of and safe.

“I have to meet with my lawyer today,” I tell her as we finish breakfast. I carry my plate into the kitchen and place it in the sink before swigging the last remnants of my coffee. “I should only be gone for a few hours.”

“Why are you meeting with your lawyer?” She takes the coffee mug from my hands and rinses it in the sink before popping it and the other dishes in the dishwasher. Even completing the most mundane chores, Yael is still the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Every day, I’m reminded of my incredible luck in being chosen to marry her. Staring at her leaves me momentarily speechless until she asks the same question again.

“I just need him to look over some contracts for my security firm.” The lie falls from my tongue so easily, and I instantly regret it, but I can’t burden her with my concerns over Leann’s death and my fear of implication.

She bunches my T-shirt in her small hands, winding the fabric around her fist before standing on tiptoe to brush her lips against mine. My cock instantly hardens as if it hasn’t gotten its fill of her. But when it comes to Yael, I’m practically helpless. I’m addicted to every inch of her.

Her breasts brush against my chest, and I’m so tempted to slide my hands up to them. But if I don’t leave now, I’ll never make it to my appointment.