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“But you need more, too,” Lucian said gently. “A life, because you already had one I uprooted you from and it doesn’t revolve around me. I can’t expect it to, either.”

Jordyn sniffed, glancing away. “He knows you have me, doesn’t he? That’s what that note meant.”

“Just means I don’t have to keep you hidden anymore. That’s all.”

“I screwed up going down there.”

“No,” Lucian rushed to say. “Jordyn, don’t blame yourself. You only did what I wouldn’t give you. Nothing happened, and you’re fine. That’s what matters.”

“Is it, though?”

“For right now it is. It’s a day by day thing, just like it always was.”

“I don’t want him to hurt me again.”

Lucian’s heart broke. “He won’t. You know I won’t let that happen.”

Finally, she let go of the inside shower handle. Lucian opened that glass door faster than he thought possible. Not even thinking or caring about the rushing water from the spray, he stepped inside the stall to grab what he wanted the most.

Jordyn.

Instantly, her back was to the wall as he pressed her against it. Lucian cupped her face, kissing her harder than ever before, passion covering every stroke of his lips to hers as their tongues found a familiar, searing rhythm. Water soaked his clothes straight through, but he didn’t mind a bit.

Jordyn arched into his body, gasping Lucian’s name low, soft, and filled with need. It made him ache from the inside out. Her chest heaved with every breath she took. Her breasts were hot under his touch and her pink nipples pebbled into hard little buds as he grazed over them with calloused thumbs.

“I want you,” Lucian ground out through clenched teeth. “On me, soaking me, fucking me like you do.”

“Now,” Jordyn demanded.

“Only you.”

Pretty blue eyes flicked up to meet his. “Just me.”

When her fingers fisted into his wet shirt, yanking it upwards, Lucian didn’t stop Jordyn from taking the sopping material off. The pants and boxer-briefs he wore were undone and shoved down roughly around his hips, freeing his erect cock to Jordyn’s hand. Gently, she stoked him further awake, pulling him closer with every tightening of her fingers.

Lucian groaned low when she dropped to her knees without warning and took him in her mouth. Silken, wet heat enveloped his shaft. Flicks of her tongue hit against the throbbing vein along the underside of his cock. Lucian found he couldn’t think with her lips tight to his dick and her hand slipping under to palm his sac.

Cazzo, her mouth was amazing.

Saliva slicked up his cock as she took him deeper into her throat, over and over. Lucian was losing it faster than he ever had before. A low hum building in her chest vibrated all the way through his shaft and straight down to his balls. She watched him through thick, damp lashes, her gaze burning into his.

“Fuck …” he hissed, fingers weaving into her curls. “Dio, your mouth is heaven.”

That was an understatement. He loved her mouth.

But Lucian didn’t have an ounce of control when she sucked him off. Holding back his release was damn near impossible like this.

“Jesus, stop, sweetheart. I want to be fucking you when I come, and not in your mouth.”

Jordyn released Lucian, grinning while she kissed up the length of his shaft as she rose to stand once more. When she was pressed against him again, he kissed her long and hard, tasting the salty remnants of his own precum in her mouth.

“Beautiful, you know?” he murmured along the seam of her lips.

“How many times are you going to tell me that?”

Lucian smirked. “Every day. All the time. It’s true.”

“Every single day?”