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I moved slow at first, then faster. Harder.

Our bodies slapping together, the sound echoing through the room.

She wrapped her legs around me, pulled me closer, heels digging into my ass.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, nails raking my back.

I leaned down, kissed her deep.

Her pussy clenched around me—tight and pulsing.

I reached down, rubbed her clit.

She came hard, crying out my name, body shaking under me.

I followed seconds later, groaning as I filled her up.

We collapsed together, panting. Skin slick.

Her smile lazy, eyes still hungry.

“Was that payment enough?” she teased.

I smirked, leaned down, kissed her again.

“You should stay,” she said, looking at me with those big eyes.

I knew Alessia was waiting at my house.

“If you’re paying interest,” I said, “I’ll stay.”

Chapter Eleven – Raziel

Maya was still asleep beside me, her breathing slow and deep, one thigh draped over mine like she’d claimed me in her dreams.

I slid her leg off the bed without waking her, sat up, and grabbed my phone.

44 missed calls.

12 voicemails.

All from Alessia.

An Additional 2 from her mother.

Fuck.

I pulled on my pants and stepped outside. The morning air was damp, the neighborhood quiet. Leaning against the porch railing, I called Priest.

He answered like he’d been waiting.

“You good?”

“Need a cover. We were together last night.”

He echoed, “We were together last night?”

“Yeah.”