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Her hot mouth pressed against him, sparking memories of last night. Saks wanted more of her. As her tongue met his, he felt his knees melt under him.

He finally pulled away. “Keep that up and I won’t let you leave.”

She chuckled. “Then that gives you something to contemplate during the day.” She gave him a sweet peck on the cheek before peeling herself out of his arms. “Later, lover.”

With being half-aroused and not dressed, only his eyes could follow her to the door. He heard the door close behind her and he dropped onto the bed.

Damn.

He sat there in a sexual haze while his cock stubbornly refused to acknowledge that its object of interest had left the building. Saks hissed to himself and made his way to the shower. As the hot water beat on him, sexy images of the previous night kept him hard, and just to get the morning moving forward he took matters into his own hand.

Everything she did and said stimulated his imagination. While his hands played with his stiff rod, he imaged eating her out and then sinking inside her. Lord, she was tight and wet, and when he realized that she truly wanted as much as he could give her, he did. And when she broke apart in his arms, screaming his name, he came as if the world had exploded and he stood at ground zero.

That remembrance sparked his orgasm now, and his cum splashed against the shower walls in long spurts. Breathing hard he put his forearms against the wall, leaning his head against them. What was it about this woman that captured his attention? She was a touch snobby, which wasn’t attractive, but she also was sharp, witty, and didn’t hold back. And she was absolutely fucking gorgeous, every inch of her.

He didn’t deny that he found the swell of her breasts, with their little pink nipples absolutely charming. Or that he was equally fond of her hips that flared in womanly curves to frame delightfully round ass cheeks.

Saks licked his lips again to capture the fading taste of her kiss. Yeah. This was a woman worth pursuing, and if he had to play things less cool than he did with other women, then he’d have to do that.

Reluctantly, he climbed out of the shower and turned it off. It was time to get back to real life.

His phone buzzed with a text so, with his towel wrapped around his waist, he reached for his phone on the bed. For a second he had the insane hope that she’d sent him a text. But he was supposed to send the first one. She didn’t take his number.

“If you think you’re getting away from me that fast, you’re in for it,” he thought.

But he looked at the text anyway and found with disappointment that it was from his Uncle Vits.

“Damn,” he muttered. “What does he want now?”

“Call me,” the text said. This made sense. Uncle Vits hated texts. But Saks had no desire to speak to him. With a shock, Saks realized that after meeting Chrissy, there was no way in hell he was going to meet the Serafina woman.

There was no point. It was possible nothing could work out with Chrissy. Maybe she’ll end up marrying the asshole her family wants her to. But there was no way any other woman was going to hold a candle to Chrissy, and he couldn’t put himself or any other woman through that. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them.

CHAPTER EIGHT

It took Chrissy a few minutes to get her bearings. But there were signs posted on the main thoroughfares that pointed to the highway. Soon she was heading home on 91 South.

She drove without thinking, her mind on Saks and the night they’d spent together. Never had she met a man so intent on pleasing her—which surprised her. She’d expected the leather-wearing, motorcycle-riding Saks would be more of a honey-hang-on-for-the-ride, type of guy. She couldn’t have been more wrong. At every turn he watched her reactions, gave her as much or a little as she needed, and reveled in her pleasure. He didn’t just give her orgasms, but lavished care on her that she didn’t expect.

Delicious.

That’s why she had to leave. She wanted to stay. But he was the wrong type of man, wrong social class, wrong ethnic extraction, wrong everything.

Then why couldn’t she stop thinking about him?

Even as she drove down the highway, little involuntary jolts of pleasure would shimmer through her body when pictures of him flashed in her mind. Images of Saks sucking her nipples, torturing her with his tongue, sparking divine pleasure through her core with his mouth, hands, and marvelous cock spontaneously sent shocking shivers through her.

Had anyone done that to her before? Heck no. During high school, most boys were too afraid of her family to approach her, except for Riley Warner. But he moved to Ohio soon after their first furtive groping. Then in college, she was more interested in grades than boys. One reason being she wanted every scholarship dollar she could get. Her parents weren’t happy that she decided to go to college out of state, and pointedly denied her financial support. It was all work and no play for her back then. Back then? She scoffed. Right after graduation she landed her first job, and worked her ass off so she could land her second, better, position, the one she had now.

But did this focus on her career leave her unprepared and defenseless against the first pretty boy who crossed her path? Okay. She couldn’t classify Saks as that. He was more like danger man with a capital D on his forehead.


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