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“The hottest, huh?” I come closer, eyeing her speculatively. “Maybe I’ll start making a habit of it, then.”

Abby shakes her head. “Asshole,” she says, but the word is more of a caress than it is an insult.

She takes my hands. “Let me wash these,” she says softly.

She turns to face the sink, so I’m standing behind her, and draws my arms around her so she can place my hands under running water.

She pushes some soap onto her own, then slowly slides her fingers between mine, holding my eyes in the mirror as she gently works them back and forth.

Suddenly, I’m hard enough to crack steel.

The soft globes of her ass are pressed hard against my cock.

Her nipples in the mirror are hard as pebbles, and I know if I rip her T-shirt off, the light coral buds will already be darkening, ready for my mouth.

Her fingers slipping between mine are slick as her pussy when she gets wet, and by the way her ass is poking back toward me, I’m pretty sure she’s already there.

I kiss her neck just above the hem of her shirt, and she moans, her eyes fluttering closed and her head coming back on my shoulder.

“We need to get out of here,” I murmur, kissing my way up her neck. “We’re certainly not giving that Pete fucker a free show.”

Abby’s giggle turns into a gasp as I slip one soap-covered hand up beneath her T-shirt and stroke my thumb over her nipple.

“Christ, I love these.” I switch to the other breast and she sighs, reaching behind my neck and arching her back so her breasts push into my hands, her ass grinding deliciously against my cock.

“I mean it, Skip.” I slide my hands down to her hips. “We need to get out of here and into a bed.”

She pulls away from me with a groan of annoyance. “I just need to lock up first.”

“No, you don’t.” Taking her hand, I lead her toward the door. “Fuck Revolting Pete and his café. It can get robbed of the wall hangings for all I care.”

Abby gives a shaky laugh. “Easy for you to say, Range Rover man.” She nods at my black vehicle with dark tinted windows parked outside on the curb. “Some of us still have to actually work.”

“So you’ll pick up more shifts at Pillars.” I lead her outside and open the door, letting my hand trail down her bare thigh as I settle her inside. I leave the café door wide open and all the lights on, because fuck Revolting Pete and his wandering fucking hands.

“I thought you didn’t like me working at Pillars,” she says as I climb in and start the engine, pulling into the late-night traffic.

“I don’t.” I reach over and slide my hand between her thighs, my cock pounding as she moans slightly, parting her legs for me.

“But Nikolai knows you and I are dating, which means he’ll see to it that nobody in Pillars dares lay a finger on you.

And given how useless his staff are, you’ll have as many shifts as you can handle.

” I move my hand up, twisting the button on her shorts. “I want these off.”

“Are you sure?” Abby spreads her legs wider.

“About wanting these shorts off?” I slide a finger beneath the leg of her shorts, my cock almost breaking my trousers when I feel how wet she is. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

She gives a giggle that turns into a sigh as my fingers explore beneath the shorts.

“I mean about Pillars,” she says, her voice squeaking slightly as my finger finds her clit, which is so swollen I just want my mouth on it. “Because I’m going to need to work as many shifts as Nikolai can give me if I’m not going back to Pete’s.”

“I’m sure I want these fucking things off.” I tug impatiently at her shorts. “And you’re never going back to Pete’s. I’ve told you a hundred times you don’t need to work. I’m more than happy to support you.”

“And I’ve told you a hundred times that isn’t an option.

I need to work, to pay for my art supplies and classes.

” Abby grasps my hand, slowly trailing it up over her breasts, toward her mouth.

“Working at Pillars will mean a lot of late nights. But on the upside,” she murmurs, slipping one of my fingers between her lips, “it also means lots of lazy siestas.” Eyeing me slyly, she rolls her tongue around my finger, sliding it in and out of her mouth.

“Fuck.” My cock is pounding like a bastard. “Keep that up and we won’t even make it to your place. ”

“I guarantee you won’t.” Her hand drops to my crotch and opens the buttons of my trousers.

“Not fair, Skip,” I say as she wraps her hand around me, although my voice isn’t entirely steady. “You’ve still got your shorts on.”

“Oh, I can take them off.” Abby pulls back and leans against the door, a wicked light in her eyes.

“But what would you prefer?” Sliding the zipper of her shorts down, she wriggles out of them, taking her underwear at the same time.

“My mouth on your cock,” she says huskily, “or your finger doing this?”

I glance sideways, my cock leaping as she slowly spreads her thighs, her eyes never leaving mine as she reaches for my hand again.

“Oh, Jesus,” I mutter as she slides my finger down one side of her slick folds, then up the other.

My thumb finds her clit, and she makes a small noise, her hips rising off the seat to meet me.

Hitching herself up to her knees, splaying them wide, she stares down at my pulsing cock, licking her lips as my hand cups her dripping folds.

“I’d like to think I can manage both,” she says, gasping as I slip my finger inside her. “But I want to come with you inside me, and I don’t think even you could manage to fuck me in the middle of traffic.”

Slipping off the seat, she drops her mouth to my cock.

The world spins. It’s all I can do to hang on to the steering wheel.

“You’re so fucking huge,” she murmurs around my shaft. “God, I love this, Dimitry.” Her mouth sinks onto me, her tongue lashing the head of my cock, and I grip the steering wheel, forcing myself to keep my eyes open and on the road.

“Christ, Abby,” I say through gritted teeth. There’s still five kilometers until we reach her place .

I know I should stop her. There’s nothing safe about this at all.

And there’s not a chance in hell I’m going to.

My hand drops to her hair, pulling it free of the messy bun atop her head, twining through the long blonde strands as she sucks and licks me until I’m so close to blowing in her mouth that I’m seeing stars.

I pull against the curb outside her apartment, only just managing to not climb the sidewalk, and she lifts her head.

“No,” she mumbles, searching for my cock again. “You’re so close—”

“Come here.” Lifting her up, I plant her across my lap, tearing her T-shirt off and wrapping my mouth around one pink nipple, my shaft pulsing against her clit.

Abby’s knees spread wide as she lifts her hips up. “Oh,” she gasps as I suck first one breast then the other, sliding my cock along her glistening folds. “I want you inside me.”

“Soon.” I grip the tight globes of her ass, holding her steady as I press the head of my cock against her clit.

“I want to feel you.” I rotate her against me, savoring the moment before I get inside her quivering body.

Her hips jerk against me more urgently, her head going back and her hands in my hair as she pushes my face against her nipples, her clit rubbing back and forth over the head of my cock.

“I can’t wait,” she gasps, her movements becoming more urgent. “Please, Dimitry.”

I lift her by the ass and settle her over the tip of my cock. Her eyes fly open and she stares down at me, her hands inside my shirt, resting on my shoulders. “Fuck me, Dimitry,” she whispers, fingers curling against my skin, her eyes glazed. “Now.”

But there’s no need to beg, because I’m fucking done waiting.

I surge up as she plunges downward, and suddenly we’re there, right in the magic, my cock sinking inside her like she was made for me, so impossibly hot, wet, and tight that for a moment I think I’m going to blow straight away.

When I’m fully inside her she stops and lowers her mouth to mine.

It’s this , I think hazily, the kiss going on and on as my cock swells even more inside her.

It’s the stillness in the storm. I’ve never known it like this, the acute awareness of every tiny movement, of every inch of her skin against mine.

She moves slightly and groans into my mouth, rocking against me, spreading her knees even wider.

I kiss her harder, my thumb slipping between us, leaping inside her as I feel the swollen bud throbbing under my touch.

She starts to move in earnest, rocking back and forth, the head of my cock rubbing against some ribbed part of her that drives me fucking insane, every time.

“Oh, fuck.” Her head goes back, her fingers digging into my shoulders, the rosy color spreading over her breasts the signal that she’s about to go over the edge. “Fuck, Dimitry.”

I put my mouth against her ear. “Do you know how wet and swollen you are?” My voice is a harsh rasp that seems like it comes from someone else. “Do you know how fucking amazing you feel on my cock, Abby?”

She cries out, her movements becoming more urgent, and I wrap my arms around her as she grinds her clit against me. “I know how close you are,” I growl. “I can feel you.”

She moans. I spread her thighs impossibly wide and put my mouth to her ear again. “Come for me, Abby.”

“ Oooooohhhh! ” She explodes around me, thrashing like a mad thing, her spasms like a thousand fronds wrapping around my cock.

They trigger a wave of feeling at the base of my spine so intense I grip her hard against me, unable to even breathe as climax roars through me like a fucking freight train, pumping into her over and over.

Malaga, Spain

Present Day

I wake up with my cock hard and aching and my soul desperately lonely.

It’s midday. Almost eight p.m. in Australia.

And there’s nothing on my phone apart from a dozen missed calls and messages from Roman.

I can’t fucking lie here another minute.