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“Protectus.”

“Whatever. After all that, you damn near ran through the lobby, and now you’re on this elevator out of fucking breath.”

He coughed. “No-I-ain’t.”

“I swear you are a child.”

He shrugged, still grinning.

Since he wanted to get on my damn nerves, I exited the elevator as soon as the doors slid open, leaving him behind. If his ass fell, at least I wouldn’t see it.

“Now who’s walking fast?” he said as he followed me to my door.

“Hmph,” I muttered.

“That ass looking good enough to bite, though. I’m loving the view.”

Trying to ignore his goofy ass, I unlocked the door, opened it, and was instantly accosted from behind. Bo’s arms were around me, his harsh breath on my neck as the door slammed shut behind us. His dick poked me in the ass, and my pussy instantly cried out for help.

“Oooooo, shit! W-wait, Bo! The-the-the Italian is on his way up with your flowers and shiiiiit!”

“Mmmm, mm-hmm,” he said into my neck.

Then his hands were on my breasts, squeezing them through my shirt and I found myself leaning into him because shit, he washimand I’d missed this. I’d missed this particular touch from him. This brand of closeness. This…heat. With the fact thatwe still didn’t know who tried to have him killed and the truth that they might try again looming over us, I was honestly beyond eager to slide my pussy all over his body.

On gang.

He let me go, spinning me around and just…staring at me, his eyes seemingly taking in every inch of my face before settling on my lips.

“I look at you, and I think I know what Helen of Troy must’ve looked like. You are a world class beauty and don’t think I don’t know how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

I felt my eyes mist, told myself to pull it together, and quickly moved in, crushing my mouth to his. From that point, things escalated so quickly that we were both naked when my doorbell rang.

“Yo, Boss!”

The Italian.

Lifting his mouth from mine for a brief moment, Bo called, “Leave everything by the door out there. We’ll get it!”

“Ten-four!” the Italian yelled in response.

Then, mouth on mouth, tongues warring, hands roaming, I gently pushed him onto the couch, straddled him, and moaned when he lowered his head and nibbled at my right nipple, his hands tightly gripping my ass. I grinded against his thick erection, my pussy weeping all over it.

“Fuck, baby. You so damn hot. I need to be inside you,” he whined as he moved his mouth from my breast to my chin.

Fighting to breathe steadily, I lifted from his lap to guide him inside me, slowly sliding down his hardness with a low, agonizing groan. He felt so good. Always had and always would because it was more than his length and girth. It was more than his hardness. It was him,allof him—his scent, his energy, his absolute and unequivocal love for me and mine for him.

Yeah, I loved the shit out of him.

While I rode him nice and easy, my walls gripping him with each stroke, he held my hips and stared into my eyes in amazement.

As ecstasy wrapped around us, blocking out everything else in the world, I told him, “I love you…I love you…I love you.”

“I…love…you…too,” he murmured as he closed his eyes and let his head fall against the top of the couch.

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Iknow her pussy had to be tired, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop fucking her, touching her, tasting her, and as I sucked on her clit, the sound of her wails coupled with her wiggling beneath me made my damn heart sing. Pleasing her, knowing I could dismantle her with my body, was like a badge of honor for me. My wife wasn’t shit to play with and she damn surewasn’t easily shaken, but me and my dick had her shook like a motherfucker.

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