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Stealthily moving behind her, I gobble up the moment she knows I’m near. Her spine arches and head lulls to find me, breath jagged and shaky in anticipation.

Spinning her around, I lower to my knees, placing her hands on my shoulders to steady her uneven breaths. Staring up at her, all I can see is this enchantress. I lift one foot and remove the fuzzy sock, then do the same to the other. She has a fresh pedicure today, which is blood red. My cock likes the look of her dainty toes painted in such a sinful colour. I find the elastic waist of her pants and slowly slide them down her toned legs. She whimpers when I lean forward to place a kiss on her white cotton undies. I slip those past her knees too, urging her to step out of them.

Unable to help myself, I slide a single finger through her slit. So wet. So creamy. So much honey just for me.

Just one taste I compromise with myself.

I eagerly swipe my tongue down the centre, licking up as much as she’ll give me.

Her legs buckle as she digs her nails into my shoulders hard enough that I know she’ll leave little moon marks. With the tip of my tongue, I glide it up her belly button, chest, and lick a stripe to her neck before reaching her mouth so she can taste herself on me.

We need each other like air.

Her arms fly around me, lips moving desperately with mine. She’s so little and so warm against me, and she’s making my cock throb to the point of extreme physical pain when she leans into me.

I affect her just as much as she affects me, and it’s a dizzying realisation that life is cruel and grossly unfair to keep us apart. Our moans are frenzied and desperate. Just one tug of my tracksuit, and I could be buried balls deep inside her.

As my lips stay fused to hers, my head and heart wage a war with one another, one warning me this won’t end well.

I pull back, licking the seam of her lips.

“We can’t,” I groan, connecting my forehead to hers. I feel so much guilt.

“I know,” she rasps.

“Get in the tub, before I hate myself more for wanting you.”

Simpering, she lowers herself in the bubbly water “You’re such a good man, Blade.” Resting her head back, her fingers disappear lower.

I know where those fingers are going. I know what she feels like inside. I know how hot and wet and needy that pussy is of hers.

I growl and turn to leave before my cock sinks so far into her little hole, she’ll be begging to be filled even after I leave her gaping.

I know I should give her the privacy she deserves, but it’s impossible. I turn to face her for one last time, absorbing every goddamn inch of her nakedness, which is like cocaine for my lust-induced brain.

Finally, my consciousness seeps back in, and I get the fuck out of the room before I glue myself to her pussy.

Her words echo in my head. I’m anything but a good man. I’m fucking sick for crossing a line I promised I wouldn’t.

Chapter 26

Blade

Life became busy in a flash. Row returned to the salon two weeks ago and, during her spare moments, has been spending time with Tori. Now that she's healed, it's only a matter of time before she inevitably moves out.

We've both been on our best behaviour, but I'm not oblivious to the fact that tonight is the World's Greatest Shave Ball. No doubt, Row will be the belle of the ball. She, along with Trish and the others at the salon, will be on stage shaving or colouring celebrities' hair in a live auction. The celebrity who wins the bid will then have dinner with the fundraiser who raised the most.

Cocktail hour has begun, yet there's no sign of Row.

I check my phone for the tenth time in ten minutes, wondering where the hell she is. It's almost time to sit down for dinner. Earlier, she texted, saying she had a shoe emergency and needed to run out to get another pair. For her, that's a significant deal.

Row: Ten minutes. I promise. Relax. Mingle!

A rueful smile tugs at my lips until I spot Zee, Avalon, and Cindy walking in.

I try to artfully dodge them but fail when Cindy waves at me. I want to say she's wearing a dress, but I'm not sure it's more than two pieces of black material tied together around her neck. It's a show-stopping dress, to say the least, judging by all the eyes that are currently on her. She completes the look with ruby-red lips. Avalon looks slightly more elegant in a Grecian white dress, but the slit up to her pelvis screams 'single and ready to mingle'. Zee is dapper in a classic black suit and bowtie, which is the opposite of what I've chosen to wear tonight. My suit jacket has a silver paisley design.

"Welcome, guys." I pull Zee in for a hug and politely kiss Avalon and Cindy. "You all look great," I lie.

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