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I looped my arm around her waist and dragged her to me, capturing her lips again. Now that I’d had a taste of her, I couldn’t get enough. I wondered if I’d get the chance to put my tongue between her second pair of lips. If I did, it would be another first for me.

She slid her mouth away and giggled. I flicked on the light, backed her farther into my bedroom, and kicked the door shut behind us.

Willa peered up at me with cautious hope. “Could we ... um ... take a shower ... a real one ... like, together?”

Her innocence bled through in these quiet stolen moments that we shared. I had mastered the art of inflicting pain and suffering. To provide the opposite for someone was foreign. Something I’d never envisioned myself considering. Until now.

Until her.

My throat narrowed, and I forced a swallow.

The makings for both a street war and a coup were falling into place for the Flynn Syndicate. The details of either were too multifaceted to predict an outcome, but after tonight, my future held more uncertainty and potential consequences than I’d ever faced.

Willa would be in danger.

I vowed right then to keep her safe or die trying.

“Aye—whatever you want, nymph. It’s yours.”

Her breath stuttered and utter fascination welled in her eyes.

A man could lose himself in those gems.

She wiggled against me, and I knew then that her smart mouth was about to make a comeback. It was her way of defusing the pressure whenever she felt overwhelmed in some way.

“Are you planning to keep me away from your dick this time too?” She arched a playful brow. “Because I think he’s raising an objection.”

I couldn’t resist the chuckle that escaped me.

She was right, there was no hiding the raging hard-on I’d been sporting since Willa had stepped into the locker room shower.

I planted a trail of light kisses along her neck, careful not to aggravate the tender areas. “As I said ...” My voice was thicker than usual. Willa and I suffered from the same side effect. I lingered on the pulse point at the base of her throat. She whimpered, and my cock ached in response. “Whatever you want ... it’s yours ...” I dropped my voice another octave and added against the shell of her ear, “But a queen doesn’t belong on her knees.”

She mewled like a kitten and sagged in my arms, then burrowed her face in my chest as though embarrassed by her reaction.

Willa had nothing to be insecure about.

She had yet to disclose details about the two years she’d spent married to Tiernan, but the map of horrors on her body told me all I needed to know about her sexual experience. But to me, she was a fucking goddess, and I’d spend whatever time we had together worshipping her if she’d let me.

She tilted her head back. All traces of bashfulness were gone, replaced by a look of adoration.

It wasn’t the first time she’d looked at me like that. I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve it, but if I lived to be a hundred years old, I would never forget it.

Something inside me needed to prove to myself that I could be the man her heart believed I was.

At least with her. If only for tonight.

“Lucifer Flynn, if you keep talking like that, I’m gonna start believing that the devil grew a heart.”

I brushed the pad of my thumb over her cheek. “Oh, nymph.” I pressed a gentle kiss to her puffy lips. “He’s always had a heart. It’s his soul that’s in doubt.”

She shook her head. “That’s not true.”

On this, we’d have to agree to disagree.

“Come.” I interlaced our fingers and led her toward the bathroom. “Let me take care of you.”

Willa

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