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“Oh God,” she whimpers. “Yes, yes, like that.”
While I finger-fuck her, I lower myself to her clit, which I swipe at with my tongue. After a few torturous lashes, I gently pull her hard bud between my lips. She arches up into my face and shudders with a cry.
“That’s it, baby,” Owen murmurs, “you come all over Enzo’s face like a good girl.”
She thrashes under me so hard I have to wrap my arms around her thighs, her moans increasing, everything about her burning hot, and I witness one of the most beautiful fucking things I’ve ever seen.
I move Owen aside and lay a kiss on her mouth so she can taste herself, and she laps at me like a hungry little kitten, savoring her sexiness just like I did.
Goddamn, am I in trouble.
“Oh my God,” she says when she’s ready to come up for air.
She pushes herself up on her elbows and blinks, looking around like she’s lost.
I’ll take that as a good sign.
“What did you guys just do to me?” she laughs.
We help put her back together and when she wobbles to her feet, I hold her shoes as she steps into them.
She covers her mouth as she yawns. “Oh my gosh. Sorry about that, I’m so rude. It’s been a day, hasn’t it?”
“And a night too,” Owen adds.
“Can I walk you home?” I ask.
She straightens up. “No. That’s okay. I’ll have my pepper spray and stun gun, one in each hand.
Jesus Christ. She’s deadly.
“C’mon,” Owen says. “We can’t let you walk home by yourself.”
She puts a hand on the side of his cheek and, as if he can’t help himself, he turns into her palm to kiss it. “It’s okay. Really. You guys have stuff to do yet. I’ll be fine. It’s a safe neighborhood.”
Well, damn. It’s hard to argue with that. But I still feel like a major douche, letting her walk home alone, especially after what we just did.
She kisses Owen and then me. “G’night, guys. Tell Weston he missed a good time.”
She giggles and heads for the door, and Owen and I watch her walk off into the night.
“Jesus,” Owen says, “she’s gonna kill someone.”
She already kind of did.
19
LIVVY
“Thanks,”I call after the mailman.
What I really want to say is ‘fuck you very much’ for dropping off a new stack of bills. But hell, it’s not his fault he’s the bearer of bad news.
It’s mine. All mine. There’s no one else to blame.
But as if he’s channeling me, Harry hisses at him before he leaves.
I decide to open my credit card bill first. Get the worst pain out of the way.
