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“I understand.”

I kiss his pouty lips. “Khoroshiy mal’chik. Now, get dressed and come eat breakfast.”

I leave the bedroom, and when I walk into the kitchen, Elijah is on his knees with Blaze’s cock buried in his throat. “Yebat, Blaze. There are five bedrooms in the house. Pick one.”

Blaze holds up a finger and groans deeply as he comes. “Don’t swallow.” Elijah lets Blaze slip from his mouth and sits back on his heels. “Let me see it.” Elijah sticks his tongue out. “You want to taste me on his lips, Kane?”

“Put your dick away. Jaxon will be out in a minute.”

Blaze tucks himself back into his pants with a roll of his eyes, then leans down to kiss Elijah deeply. “Your loss,” he says when he pulls back. He runs his fingers through Elijah’s hair, and it’s almost tender, but I know better.

I start making mine and Jaxon’s plates with everything that Elijah made. “I can do that.” I turn to look at Elijah and smile.

“You don’t have to, Eli. Get your plate and have a seat.” Elijah truly is a beautiful man. Thick, dark brown hair, high cheekbones, lips almost too pouty for a man’s face, and kind, brown eyes. Much too kind to put up with someone like Blaze for almost a year and a half.

He grabs two plates for him and Blaze, and I’m just sitting at the table when Jaxon walks into the kitchen. I push his seat out, and he sits with a smile. “This is Blaze, my bodyguard, and Elijah his,” I gesture around, “friend.”

“Nice to meet you,” Elijah says.

“You too.”

Blaze sits up and braces his arms on the table. “You’re really fucking sexy.”

“Blaze,” I bark. “Shut the fuck up and eat.”

“What? He is.”

“I’m aware,” I grit out.

I give Blaze a warning look to let him know that I’m not fucking around. We finish breakfast, I slide a shirt on, and I walk Jaxon down to the lobby, where we exchange numbers. He chuckles when he hands my phone back. “I’m not sure what to say here. Thank you for last night sounds lame as fuck.”

“Say you’ll answer my call later.”

“I definitely will. Can I text you? Or is that too young for you?”

I jerk him to me by the nape of his neck so my lips are rubbing against his. “I think you need to remember who you’re talking to,Litso kukly. But to answer your question, yes, you may text me.” I seal my lips over his, and he melts into the kiss. His hands slide around my waist, pulling me closer, and I want more.

Jaxon pulls back, breathless. “I need to call an Uber.”

“Dalton will take you home.”

“Dalton?”

“My driver. He’s already waiting for you.”

“You spoil me, Kane.”

I kiss him one last time and wait for him to get into the car before I head back upstairs. I go straight to my office to make a call to Saint. If you want to find out anything about anyone, you call him.

“What can I do for you, Lyubava?”

“I need you to run someone for me. Jaxon Lennox. Twenty-two from North Carolina.”

“Anything specific?”

“Whatever you can find, preferably before this evening.”

“You’ll have a full report by five.”

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