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“I understand if you don’t want this.” His voice low and husky. “But I can’t deny what I’m feeling right now.”

I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. I want this, too. But I’m scared. Scared of what will happen if I let him in.

“I… I want this,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

He pushes me in front of a tall shelf that I use to store ribbons and decorative items for my arrangements. Pinning me against it, trapping me between the hard surface and his body. His hands move up my sides, and I can’t help but arch my back, pushing my body closer to his. He leans forward and presses his lips against mine, his tongue slipping inside my mouth, exploring and tasting me.

My breathing becomes shallow, and all I can feel is his hard cock promising me of what’s to come. His hands slide down my back and cup my ass, lifting me up and pressing our bodies together even more. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he reaches down and effortlessly rips my panties off.

Armando kneels down before me and begins to kiss my inner thighs, slowly working his way up until he finds my clit. His expert tongue caresses it, and pleasure spreads through my body. He moves his tongue up and down, teasing me until I’m panting with desire. His hands slide around to my ass, and he pulls me closer, thrusting his tongue deep inside me. I moan in pleasure, my body trembling. I arch my back, pushing myself closer to him, urging him to go even deeper.

He responds by slipping a finger inside me, his thumb finding and rubbing my tight bud. His thrusts become more urgent, and I can feel myself reaching the point of no return.

My moans grow louder, and my body is shaking as I reach my climax. His hands slide up my sides, and he slowly stands to meet my eyes again.

“Ready for more?” His voice is low and husky.

I nod, my body still trembling from the pleasure he just gave me. He kisses me deeply and turns me around, pushing me against the shelf once more. I hear the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open—or at least I hope that is what I hear, but I’m too far gone to care.

“You said you would never have sex with me again.” His husky words caress my flesh and send a shiver down my spine.

“I changed my mind,” I somehow reply.

He drags the head of his cock over my slit, then enters me from behind, filling me up with each thrust, and I let out a loud moan.

He moves faster and faster, and soon I’m screaming out his name, grateful I haven’t opened for business yet.

His hard thrusts become more and more intense, and I sense another orgasm building up inside me. As I reach my peak, I feel his body tense, and he releases a deep moan as he thrusts. He pushes even deeper, and I can feel his warm cum filling me up as he finally reaches his own climax.

We stay like that for a few moments, panting and trying to catch our breath. He pulls out of me and wraps his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.

Signs of my completion coat my inner thigh, and I glance to my panties cast to the floor.

He spins me around and kisses me deeply, his hands lingering on my body. His touch is electric, and my arousal quickly rises again in response. He moves his lips from my mouth and trails down my neck, sending shivers over my skin.

He slides his hand lower and presses two fingers inside me, circling them around until I’m quivering with pleasure.

“I like feeling your juices. I like how they coat my finger,” he says.

I moan in response, desire and need coursing through me. He continues to flick and tease, his thumb now brushing against my sensitive bud and sending waves of pleasure through me. I arch my back and push against his hand, wanting more.

He moves his other hand to my hips and holds me firmly in place as he caresses my core still trembling from my climax. My legs tremble beneath me, and I’m left gasping for air as he slowly withdraws his hand.

He wraps his arms around me again and whispers in my ear, “I owe you a new pair of panties.”

Chapter Twenty

Armando

I sit in the workshop area to stay out of Hannah’s way. On one wall is a long workbench with shelves above it that have all her materials like vases and baskets and the green foam things that you stick the stems of flowers in. This is where she puts together her designs. On the narrow half-wall is her desk, covered in stacks of invoices and old school ledger books dating back thirty years. Mary Alice’s shit.

Hannah moves quickly through the place, arranging things in the cooler, tidying up. Then she turns the open sign around and props the door open.

I start sifting through the invoices and paperwork, making a quick mental tally of the totals as I go. She’s done three weddings in the last three months—those pay big. But the rest of the stuff is all small- time bouquets and arrangements. Looks like deliveries stopped four months ago. That must’ve been when the van started acting up.

For kicks, I pull down the most recent ledger and open it. I used my time in prison to get a degree in business. I guess I was thinking I’d impress the don when I came out. I haven’t even told him about it yet.

Despite my lack of enthusiasm for much of anything right now, business still interests me. I open the ledger and look through the receipts and payments. Arturo had me use an old-fashioned ledger like this to record our car heist income and payouts, so I’m familiar with the layout. I pull out the next ledger and the next. The entries I see reflect the strain Hannah’s under. Mary Alice’s income hadn’t grown in years. It had only maintained. And her profit margin hadn’t been huge to begin with. The major expenses were employees and rent. The flowers and other materials are next.