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Her thighs wrap tighter around my head. “You’re the one who’s making me stay here.”

“And you brought half your fucking house with you.”

“Three bags is not half my house.”

“Four.”

“The laptop bag doesn't count.”

“And a suitcase for the dog.”

“Our dog.”

I stop.

“No,” she wails, trying to push my head closer. “Roman.”

“Your dog.”

“Our dog.”

I tease her again until she's right there, then stop.

“Say it.”

She glares down at me. “Alibi is my dog.”

“Good girl.”

And then I finish her off, moaning as she soaks my face.

When she finally stops shaking, I withdraw my fingers, then help her off the table. I bend her over and place her hands flat on the wooden surface.

I yank my sweatpants off, desperate for her.

Lining up with her entrance, I push myself inside, groaning at how wet and tight she is. Her moans mix with mine.

“Fuck, Chaos. I could get used to this.” I shove myself deep. “You’re fucking addictive.”

Her eyes shine as she glances over her shoulder at me. “Good. Maybe you’ll stay.”

I start thrusting. “Can’t.”

She moans. “Mmm-hmmm.”

“I mean it.” I pull out to the tip, then shove myself deep. “I’m leaving after this job.”

“Okay.” She doesn’t sound convinced.

I fuck her hard and fast, like I’m almost out of time. Like the clock is counting down.

“I mean it, Chaos.” I pant. “This can’t last.”

She doesn’t say anything for a few beats.

I internally berate myself.

Not a good fucking time to say that shit.