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"Not yet, Little Bird."

I slide one finger into her, motioning to 'come hither' and caressing her G-spot. She climbs onto her toes, grasping at my shoulders.

I add another finger, bringing my thumb up to circle her clit as I drive her higher and higher.

When she's just about to come, I pull my hand out.

"Open," I demand, my voice low and dark.

Glassy eyes blink at me, but she does. I slide my fingers into her mouth and press down against her tongue. She sucks herself off of my fingers, and I feel it straight in my balls. Finally, I can't take it anymore.

I free my cock from my slacks and thrust into her with one swift motion. We both freeze. She's tight, and tense, and fucking feels like heaven.

When I pull out, Melody breathes, relaxing and taking more of me with my next thrust. It's not long before we both explode. I fuck her through her orgasm, fucking my cum into her further. I'm well aware of my breeding kink, even if Mel and I have never talked about it. The idea of her leaking me, of carrying me with her for the rest of her shift, makes me feral.

I want to send her to work dripping my cum every day.

It seems like she likes the idea, too.

We breathe together, staring into each other's eyes as we come back to Earth. Her smile's a bit drunk.

As my cock softens and falls out of her, I replace it with my fingers, shoveling my cum back inside her.

Her smile widens, even as she rolls her eyes at me.

"Perv," she teases.

I drop a kiss to her lips.

"Your perv."

This has her shoulders dropping and her smile turning warm.

She returns the kiss.

"My perv," she whispers like she's proud.

Chapter thirty-three

Melody

Harrison appears after his shower wearing a three-piece tuxedo. I pop up on the couch, surprised. It's Friday night, we're both off, but I was expecting us to be lazy on the couch all night. He never mentioned going out.

He's adjusting his cufflink, his concentration on his sleeve, when he says, "I have a work thing tonight. Don't wait up."

He grabs his wallet and keys from the front entry table, still avoiding eye contact.

That won't do.

"Where are you going?" I don't want to sound like a jealous or controlling girlfriend, but my spidey-senses are tingling and I don't like the idea of him hiding things from me.

"Just some boring fundraiser. You'd hate it."

"Will there be security?"

Finally, he meets my eyes but his are guarded. He's not letting me see him.

"Of course, why?"