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“Two of my favorite things. Show me what else you’ve got,” I tell her before looking at Claire. “Make sure that one goes in the yes pile and any others just like it.”

“Yes sir,” she follows Lola back into the changing room.

Each time they come out, I have to fight the urge to stop myself from bending her over this couch and fucking her blind. By the time they are done, I’m so worked up that I need to find an outlet for this pent-up energy before I snap.

“As you’ve measured her, can you grab a bunch of underwear and bras and meet us at the counter while I help her get dressed?”

She narrows her eyes at me. “I absolutely can. Please do not leave me any messes to clean up.” I smirk at her as she turns and sashays away.

“Did she just imply that we were going to have sex?” Lola squeals from behind the door.

I tug it open and slip in to find her in a pair of black cotton panties and nothing else. She freezes with her back to me, her eyes on my reflection.

“Hannibal?” Her voice trembles as I scoop her hair out of the way so I can press a kiss to her shoulder.

“Fuck me, doll, I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life.”

I press my front to her back and slide my hands around to cup her stomach. The image of us together will forever be scorched into my brain. Slowly, I drag my hands up her body until I’m cupping both her breasts. I’m not a fool. I can tell when someone has had their tits done. Whoever did these deserves a fucking medal. When I flick her nipple with my thumb, she hisses.

“Sensitive?” I whisper, trailing my lips across her shoulder and up her neck to the spot behind her ear.

She shivers and moans. “Yes. Really sensitive. Sometimes even wearing a bra is too much.”

“Poor baby. Let me make them feel better.”

I turn her around before pressing her against the mirror. She gasps as the cold meets her skin which quickly turns into a moan as I dip my head and suck one of her cherry nipples into my mouth. She grabs my hair and holds me to her as I suck and nip before turning my attention to its twin.

Tracing my finger around the edge of her panties is the only warning I give her before I slide my hand under the materialand slip my fingers between her legs. She widens her stance as I stroke her clit. Pulling my mouth from her nipple, I wrap my free hand around her throat, pinning her to the mirror. Her pupils blow wide before I slam my mouth down on hers and thrust two fingers inside her.

She’s so wet I can feel her juices running down my hand. “That’s it, doll. Let me make you feel good. I’m going to stroke this pretty kitty until you come all over my fingers.”

I nip her lip with my teeth, tugging at it for a moment before releasing it and licking the sting away. I keep thrusting my fingers inside her, my eyes locked on hers, daring her to look away.

“So fucking pretty. Keep those eyes on me, doll. I want to watch you fall apart.”

Chapter Twelve

Lola

And fall apart, I do. I don’t know if it is because it’s been so long since I’ve had an orgasm with anything other than my own hand or the illicitness of the act itself. The risk of getting caught only heightens my arousal. I don’t want to admit that it’s because of this man.

He holds me tightly as I fall apart in his arms—the first sob tears through my body just moments after my orgasms wane. He doesn’t miss a beat. He wraps his arms around me, ignoring his hard cock as he whispers for me to let it out.

I do. Hell, I can’t stop. It’s as if the orgasm burst something inside me, forcing me to release the feelings I’ve had locked down so tightly. I haven’t had a safe space to fall apart for such a long time that I learned to be strong even when I felt like I was crumbling. Somewhere between arriving at the mother chapter and now, Hannibal became that safe space for me.

Once I have my crying under control, he tips my head back in that way he does and wipes the stray tears with his thumbs. “Better?”

I nod, feeling my face heat. “I’m embarrassed.”

“Why? It looks to me like you needed a reason to break. You just gotta trust that I won’t let you fall.”

“I can’t. I want to. I just?—”

“I know. But we have a lifetime to figure it out.”

Blowing out a deep breath, I reach for his still-hard cock, but he captures my wrist. “That can wait. Let’s get you dressed and finish what we need to do first.”

I look up at him in surprise. His jaw ticks as he figures out where my mind has gone. “I’m not him.”