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“Were you there when he had to go away? Grandma was with me,” he told me, and I wanted to tell him that I wasn’t there, but that I heard the whole thing and never left his mom’s side when she was in the hospital.

I wanted to tell him about the stories we told his mom when he was a newborn and would visit her in the hospital, but it wasn’t the time.

“Yes. I was there,” I confessed.

“Where did you go after?”

I coughed a few times, splashing myself with some of the pool water to bring myself back to reality and center myself here to answer his question.

“I, uh.” Fuck. I had no idea how to say this. “I had to come to Chicago, and your mom and grandma had to work together so Mommy was able to come home and take good care of you.”

Damien’s small brow furrowed. “But you’re here now, right?”

I smiled, ruffling his hair gently. “I am. And I’ll always be here for you and your mom.”

He nodded, accepting my answer for now. His attention shifted back to the pool, his earlier curiosity momentarily forgotten. As he splashed around, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness and love for the little boy.

I turned my gaze back to Anastasia, watching her laugh and chat, her beauty and strength captivating me all over again. She glanced over and caught my eye, giving me a warm smile that made my heart skip a beat.

My mind wandered back to the promise I had made to myself—to be there for them, no matter what. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the pool, a sense of peace washed over me.

“You guys ready to come in?” Anastasia asked.

“No. Please, Mom, let me stay here for a little bit longer,” the little boy begged.

I turned and looked at him. “I have your favorite pizza and special juice downstairs.”

“Oh,” he shouted. “I love pizza and extra apple juice.”

I laughed as I lifted Damien out of the pool. He ran over to Anastasia, who wrapped him tightly with a towel after taking off his pool floatie.

Chuckling, I lifted myself out of the pool. I walked to where they stood and stared at her while the water dripped onto the cement.

Her red lips parted as her eyes trailed from the ground up to meet my gaze.

“Well,” I asked in a voice that was far huskier than I’d intended. “Can I get a towel, too?”

“Oh.” She jumped backward, almost crashing into the recliner. “Oh,” she repeated. “Of course. Let me just...” She turned around and grabbed a blue towel before she ran behind me and rubbed me down, drying me off.

I chuckled. “I can do that,” I said, grabbing the ends of the towel and running it through my disheveled hair.

“Of course. Oh my god. Yes. Of course you can,” she said, turning around, but I noticed Ledger had grabbed Damien’s hand and was guiding him toward the door, grumbling about alone time and the pizza getting cold.

I grabbed her waist, pulling her tight into my chest. We stayed there for a long while, staring up at each other.

“You’re getting me wet,” she whispered.

I looked down, a straight shot through her cleavage. My cock twitched, and I dropped the towel that I’d slung over my shoulders, letting the water still on me soak through her little blue bikini.

“You’re getting me hard,” I countered.

“I can feel that,” she squeaked out.

“That’s a shame,” I muttered.

“W-why?” She whimpered.

“Because I can’t feel you getting wet.”

I trailed my hands down the sides of her body, tracing along the curves of her figure. It would take a flick of my finger to remove the bathing suit, but it covered what was mine.

“Alex,” Anastasia breathlessly moaned.

My name on her lips never sounded better.

“Yes, malyshka.” The familiar nickname in our first language rolled effortlessly off my tongue.

“Anyone could walk up.”

My hand got closer to her inner thighs as the other held her lower waist tightly.

I looked back at the door. I had only rented the pool for the daytime, and now anyone could come out and watch us.

“Isn’t that part of the fun?” I winked at her before carefully moving her to the recliner, spreading her thighs.

“Wait,” she murmured as I pulled the bottoms of her bikini out of the way.

“What do you need?” I paused, waiting for her. “Tell me, malyshka. Tell me who you need.”

“I need you,” she whispered.

“Let me taste you.” She nodded, and my tongue met her very wet cunt. I lapped her drippings up like I hadn’t drunk water in months.

“I’m fucking parched,” I muttered as I continued to use my tongue to fuck her in all the ways I could. I wanted to brand every part of her body so everyone knew she was mine.

“Anyone,” she moaned. Her hands dropped, and she gripped the handrails of the recliner as she lifted her hips so her sopping pussy was right in my face. “Can see us.”

“And?” I said, giving her one last lick before lifting my eyes to hers. “Tell me you want to stop, and I will.”

I paused, waiting to see what she would say as my hands remained carefully on her thighs.

“No.” She gripped the sides of the chair and rolled her head back. “Please. Don’t stop.”

I brought my mouth down to her again and licked her furiously until her hips thrust into my mouth, allowing me to go deeper while I circled her cunt.

“I’m going to come,” she screeched.

Her hips thrust up toward me once more, and then her pussy convulsed around me as she alternated between moaning and groaning.

“Such a good girl.” I praised her as I kissed her sensitive folds, savoring the way she trembled beneath me.

Her taste lingered on my lips, and I quickly positioned her into a sitting position at the edge of the chair, needing to feel her mouth on me, to share this hunger.

Before I took things further, I stood with one hand on the waistband of my swim trunks, gently brushing a thumb against her cheek. “You okay with this?” I asked, making sure she felt comfortable.

When she nodded, I spread my legs to lower myself, my cock perfectly aligning with her pretty pink mouth.

I grabbed my rock-hard dick and pulled it out of my shorts. It was dripping with precum. I pumped a few times to show her how ready I was and how desperate I was for Anastasia Illyiana’s lips to wrap around me.

“It won’t fit.” Her big doe eyes stared at me, and little did she know that only made me harder.

“You’ve got this, malyshka,” I murmured, brushing my thumb against her bottom lip with a reassuring touch. “Remember, if it’s too much, just tap my leg.”

I gave her a moment, letting her feel safe, then slowly teased her lips with my tip. “That’s it... You’re doing so well. Open your jaw for me.”

I rubbed her cheeks, encouraging her jaw to loosen up. My thighs shook from not standing up straight, but the pain only added to the pleasure clouding my vision.

Her mouth was exactly how I imagined it would be—warm, sweet, and fucking perfection as she wrapped her tongue around my cock, trying to lick around it while she sucked.

“Good girl. You’re doing such a good job.” I praised her again, noting the way she seemed to spread her thighs a little wider when I did.

“Almost there,” I said as I pushed in a little deeper.

My head rolled back, and I could’ve sworn I heard the soft click of the door open and then shut, but I didn’t give a fuck. It didn’t seem to rattle Anastasia either, so I just kept going. If they wanted to stay and watch the goddess beneath me let me fuck her mouth, so be it.

I hit the back of her throat, and I looked down. A tear rolled down her cheek. Pulling away for a moment, I gave her a small reprieve, letting her breathe.

I grabbed her chin, lifting her gaze to mine. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now, okay?” I warned gently, giving her a moment to process.

She gave me a small nod, and a rush of heat surged through me.

With that permission, I slid back inside her mouth, but this time, I took control, thrusting slowly at first, then gradually picking up the pace, not letting up as I watched her lips stretch around me.

“You were made for me. You’re doing such a good job taking me in your mouth,” I told her as I continued to fuck her deeply to the back of her throat.

“Lift your hands and wrap them around the base of my cock,” I instructed, and she obliged.

Her silky, smooth skin felt like heaven, but as she began to apply a bit more pressure, mimicking the movements of her mouth, I unraveled.

“Good.” I encouraged her. “Use one hand now. Take the other and gently squeeze my balls.”

She tried to nod, but her mouth was stuffed full of my throbbing dick. A little pressure between her two hands, and it was all over.

“Open wide. I’m going to come.” I warned her and then spilled my seed inside her mouth, branding her with my taste.

If I knew what she tasted like, it was only fair for my taste to linger on her lips, too.

“Swallow,” I said, holding her jaw softly shut.

She nodded and looked at me as she took everything down her throat.

“You did so good.” I dropped to my knees and pressed a kiss to her mouth.

She giggled. “My mouth was?—”

“Your mouth was fucking perfect.” I finished for her.

I looked back at the door before tucking myself back into my shorts that had slid down to my knees.

“Come on,” I said, reaching a hand down to her and lifting her up. “We should go downstairs before they get restless.”

She linked her fingers with mine.

“I’ll clean you up when we get home.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She sighed so softly that I wouldn’t have heard it if it hadn’t been completely silent for that one moment in the city.

It was as if the universe paused long enough for me to hear how comfortable she felt with me.

That sigh was more than an exhale; it was a release of tension, a signal of trust and intimacy that words couldn’t capture.

We walked toward the door hand in hand, the connection between us palpable. The city buzzed around us, but in our little bubble, it was only us. She stopped as I held the door open for her.

“Someone definitely saw us. I heard the door open,” she said, laughing.

Her laughter surprised me. I had expected her to shy away, to be embarrassed by the whole situation. But instead, she laughed so hard she clutched her stomach.

“Are you okay?” I asked, laughing along with her.

“I’m more than okay,” she managed between giggles. “It’s... it’s so ridiculous, isn’t it? Here we are, sneaking around like teenagers, and I don’t even care who sees us.”

Her laughter was infectious, and I found myself laughing harder, the sound of our amusement blending with the distant hum of the city outside. It was a moment of pure joy, untainted by worry or fear.

As we finally caught our breath, she looked up at me, her eyes shining with happiness. “Alex?”

“Hmm?” I pressed the button to call the elevator.

“Thank you for this,” she said softly as the doors opened. “For making me feel alive.”

“Thank you for making me feel alive... again.” I leaned into her, nudging her shoulder with mine as we rode down to my apartment.

She looked up at me and whispered, “This has been one of the best days of my entire life.”