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Her words whispered against the head of his cock.

Beni groaned.

“Jesus Christ, August.”

“Tell me again.”

He swallowed hard. “Love the way you suck my fucking cock.”

Once more, he was in her mouth.

Getting that heat.

Feeling her tongue, and cheeks hollowing, lips wrapping his shaft as she sucked and sucked and fuck …

Beni did reach for her, then, about to blow his load as his hands slipped along the column of her throat, making her gaze dart upward to meet his. Although, that’s exactly what she seemed determined to make him do, too. He just wanted to have her look at him again while she made him come. Then, maybe she could see what she was doing to him.

Maybe she would understand.

Because he sure as hell didn’t.

But he liked it.

“You know,” Beni said, letting August use his hand to steady herself as she climbed off the back of his Ducati, “for someone who has such a high sense of self-preservation, you don’t seem to mind riding on the back of my bike.”

She pulled the extra helmet off her head, giving him a look. He’d flipped his visor up on his own helmet, so she had the perfect view of his teasing smirk.

“Or maybe it’s the man on the bike that makes me forget how much I value my life. Ever consider that?”

Beni laughed. “Well … as long as you know you’re safe with me.”

August’s stance softened. “I do know that.”

She went to hand the helmet back to him so that he could strap it onto the rear of the seat like he had done before, but Beni shook his head. Nobody else got on the back of his bike—ever. No one except her, now.

“Keep it,” he said. “You’ll probably need it again.”

She gave him a look.

“What?”

“What are we doing, Beni? This, I mean. You and me. What is it?”

She wasn’t the only one wondering about that. He glanced over the front yard of his friend’s home—she wanted to come back to Camilla’s place, as she said she at least owed her friend breakfast after flaking on her the night before. He had to head out to the goddamn warehouse across the city after getting called in.

A break in, or something.

The crew.

Again.

Because of course.

He would have much rather spent his day in bed with this woman, or shit … even following her around with Camilla, if she would let him do that, but here they were. Adults, and all that good shit, with real responsibilities they had to handle.

Fun.

Beni tugged his helmet off, wanting to speak to her face to face, and not with that thing on his head. Setting it to the handlebars of the bike, he leaned against the helmet and locked gazes with her. That way, there was no chance of her looking away when he said what he wanted to say.