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Wet, bare and glistening, leaving her mark behind on his body.

Like he wasn’t already completely owned by her.

She climbed higher. “Like this?”

“Mmhm…higher still. You know where I want you. Don’t be shy, I’m dying to put my mouth between your legs and eat until I make you scream.”

She whispered his road name like her personal mantra … and for a second he almost told her to call him … nah, he got back to his task at hand, her scent wrapping around him as close as a boa constrictor and with his head lifted from the pillow he took his first lick.

Her gentle hiss was his reward. She was so responsive that he got off on her orgasms.

He fucking loved making her come.

So that’s what Reaper did all night long.

They celebrated their new life together by screaming the walls down.

Fuck, he was happy as shit.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

“Do you want to break the bad news or shall I?” – Sargent

The hour was later than he’d usually rock up to the diner, but work had kept him chained to the shop knee deep in oil for hours, listening to Preacher and Capone fighting over which radio station to play. Though he’d seen Paige off that morning with a heated kiss, there was no way he was waiting until tonight to see her.

He strode in, noted how busy the place was, but only had eyes for one person.

And she flashed a huge smile with color inching onto her cheeks when she turned around and saw him.

There was no need for table brooding for Reaper now.

With rights to touch his girl, he walked right up to the counter, leaned over it, took her by the back of her neck and pulled her halfway to meet his lips for a somewhat chaste closed-lipped kissed. “Hey, my love.”

He would never tire of watching her light up for him.

“I wondered where my audience was.” She grinned at him while serving coffee to the guy two seats down.

“Wanted me around?”

“Always.”

Fucking hell. That did it. He was gonna leave what he wanted to say until later, but with the way she was eyeing him, there was no way he could wait. He stepped down off the counter platform. “Can you get a minute?”

She looked at him curiously. “Sure, let me tell Lucie.”

His heart thumped excitedly in his chest. A steel drum echoed through his ears as she grew closer and closer until he could smell her fruity scent.

When the ache in his chest became too much he had to heel his hand over the spot dead center just to be able to draw in a breath.

She was too much.

Arousal flooded Reaper’s body. Hardening him instantly behind the denim and he had to warn his fucking hands to not adjust his cock, no matter how much it was throbbing. He’d shoot his lousy fingers off if they dare reach down while she was gliding toward him with a look of sexual longing on her face.

Taking her hand when she was in reach, she followed as he led her into the back, past the kitchen where the cook gave them a bored glance and then went back to flipping burgers.

“I can’t take long.” She warned, but Reaper was already in another mode.

Her man.

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