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Storm waves her away. "You're tiny. You're what, four-foot-six?"
Esme gets to her feet, her eyes sparking with rage. "I'm five-foot-three," she snaps. "And for that comment, there's nothing for you." She moves toward Seri and hands Tyson to her. "I’d better feed them all," she mutters as she moves around her kitchen.
Storm looks at her with horror as she reaches for multiple Tupperware boxes, all of which are filled with different baked goods. I watch as she places them all on a plate and moves around the room, handing them around to everyone.
"Relax," Ace tells me, keeping his voice low. "We're going to ensure that she's protected. Nothin' will happen to her. These rich fuckers have no idea what's about to happen to them. Once I've spoken to Makenna, we'll sort out the Milo guy and his partner, ensuring that they're secure somewhere those fuckers can't touch them."
I nod, feeling at ease. I know that Ace isn't going to let this slide. He'll do whatever it takes to get answers for me and for Esme.
"Please, Esme," Storm pleads. "Just one?"
I chuckle at his pathetic attempts to get around her. He's staring at the plate of baked goods with big puppy dog eyes. Esme walks past him and places the plate in front of me to choose something. There are cookies, brownies, snickerdoodles, and something that looks like a baked smore. I reach for that, and she grins at me. She continues to move around the open plan room and hand out the baked treats, before she goes back to the table and lets Storm have one.
Seri laughs. "I wouldn't have given him anything."
"Shadow, sort your woman out," Storm grumbles as he reaches for a snickerdoodle. The man loves his sugar.
Esme retakes her seat beside me as I take a bite of my cake, and it takes everything not to moan at how fucking good it tastes. Christ, she needs to make more of these. They're fucking amazing.
"Yeah, I ain't even gonna lie," Ace says, popping the last bit of his cookie in his mouth. "These are a hundred times better than Octavia's. I expect more of them. Drop them by the shop and Tavia will never know."
Esme's laughter rings out through the room. Her head's thrown back and happiness radiates off her. "I can do that."
"And these," Shadow says, holding up the tiny bit of brownie he has left.
"All of them," Storm says, and I notice the fucker has the plate in his hands and is eating everything he can get his hands on.
"Christ, Storm," Preach says, shaking his head. "We can't bring you anywhere. Make sure you all leave Esme money so she can buy more ingredients for your asses."
"There's no need, honestly," she says. "I'll make some next week for you all."
Ace gets to his feet. "It's time to go," he tells them all. "I want to get home to my woman and kids before they're in bed, and I've got a call with Makenna. Esme, I'll see you soon," he says to her as he passes by her.
"Thank you," she says softly. "Safe travels home."
She's so fucking sweet. Christ. So fucking sweet.
I'm going to enjoy my time with her tonight. She's not going to get much sleep, that's for sure.
CHAPTER13
ESME
Reaper’s lips trail along my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The man is driving me insane. I glance at the clock on my dresser and see that it's almost six am. I don't think we had more than an hour's sleep. Every time I started to hit that deep part of my sleep, Reaper was touching me, igniting my body like a damn inferno.
"You're crazy," I tell him thickly, my voice hoarse from our sexcapades. I think we're on round five at the moment.
His hand slides along my stomach, and I tense slightly. I have a slight pouch on my stomach. I've lost a lot of weight, and my skin is slightly stretchy. It's something I despise, and having Reaper touch it makes me cringe. I don't want him to see it, touch it, or feel it.
He doesn't say anything. His hand moves lower until it reaches my pussy. "You're insatiable, Es. You're always ready for me."
He's not wrong. The moment he touches me, I light up like it's the fourth of July. It's not just once, but every damn time. Reaper knows how to please a woman, and damn, I'm reaping the rewards for it.
The moment he pushes his finger inside of me, I mewl with pleasure. God, it feels so fucking good. I close my eyes, grinding down against his finger. I feel the bed shift beneath me, but he doesn't stop fingerfucking me, his breath hot against my thigh. I open my eyes and see him staring at me. He's positioned himself between my thighs, that hungry look in his gray eyes making my heart race.
He dips his head, and I groan at the first swipe of his tongue against my folds. "Reaper," I whimper. God, he's way too fucking good at this. He'll have me coming within minutes. I grip his hair tight with my fingers as I grind down against his mouth. His tongue swipes at my folds, giving me immeasurable amounts of pleasure.
“You love when I eat you, don't you, honey?” he asks, his voice rough.
