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He swiped his tongue deep, right through my center. My head fell back on a drawn-out moan, so wanton it took me by surprise. What followed was Fender lapping and sucking and flicking and driving me wild all over again. I thought this was for him, but it was for me. Though going by the hungry growls he was making, it was apparently for both of us.

He sucked on my clit, and miraculously, I came again, shaking and making sounds I’d never made in my entire life. When I caught my breath, I realized one of his hands was gone from my thigh and was moving behind me. Panting, I turned, and he was massaging the huge erection through a pair of loose shorts. He wanted to experience the same release that he’d given me.

I climbed off him and he let me. His lids were heavy and lust burned in the depths of his eyes as he watched me.

“Tell me what to do, let me make you feel good too,” I said.

I bit my lip, eyeing his groin, and held my breath as he shoved his shorts down, freeing what he had been massaging. His erection…cock, was enormous. It was thick and veined and a darker shade than the rest of him.

“You can just watch if that’s all you’re ready for,” he said, panting now.

Yes, it was intimidating, but Fender was my lover, and this was something I wanted to do for him. I shook my head and looked up at him. “Tell me what to do,” I said again.

“Wrap your hands around me.”

I did. I wrapped my fingers around him. He was so hot and hard and the skin was silky soft. “You’re so hard and…and big.”

“You do this to me. I’ve never been this hard before. Fucking never.” His hips churned like he was in pain. “Stroke me, up and down…that’s it. Squeeze me tighter.” He gasped, his head falling back. “Yeah, peaches. Fuck, yes, like that.”

My pussy clenched at the need in his voice and the beauty of his body, at imagining this part of him sliding inside of me. I stroked, watching him intently. Every muscle in his body was taut and bulging, his veins were visibly outlined through his skin now.

Clear liquid dribbled from the tip, until it was a constant stream and made my strokes easier. I slid my hands up and down, testing, teasing. He moaned when I squeezed the head and stroked faster. Yes, I liked this very much. I liked making Fender writhe under my hands, making him moan and gasp and strain for me. I shivered, my imagination running wild.

“What are you thinking about, Tempest?” he said on a growl, as if he could read my mind.

I met his hot gaze. “I’m imagining what it will feel like with your…your cock inside me.”

He hissed out a harsh breath, his hips jerked up, and a creamy liquid burst from the tip in streams, landing on his tight stomach and coating my hands. Fender was coming. I’d made him come like he had me.

Pleasure filled me, and I smiled up at him. “Well, I think I did that correctly,” I said pleased with myself.

Fender cursed and, panting, grabbed me around the waist, hauled me up his body, and kissed me, and I was pretty sure he was laughing while he did.

Chapter

Twenty-Two

Tempest

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Fender hadn’t wanted me to leave, and alarmingly, I hadn’t wanted to either.

Last night with him had been wonderful, and after everything that had happened earlier that day, I’d needed wonderful. Disease had been freed. He was the reason people were sick and dying all over the city.

I strode into the clinic and stopped suddenly. People filled all the available seats, some forced to lie on the floor.

“Where have you been?” Magnolia said as she rushed toward me. “I tried to call you.”

I grabbed my phone. It was dead. “Sorry, I must have forgotten to charge my⁠—”

“You’re here now, that’s the main thing,” she said and rushed off.

Jumping into action, I hightailed it to my locker, changed, and got to work. I checked on Jessica and the others I’d treated as soon as I could, they were all still with us. My potion seemed to be working, but since I couldn’t tell anyone what I’d done, their improvement had baffled the other healers.

I didn’t know if Warrick had told anyone about the situation we were in, and the real reason for this outbreak, so I kept my head down and did my job, and while I was at it, I secretly administered my potion, prioritizing the children and helping as many of the sick that I could, feeling guilty that I didn’t have enough for everyone. It didn’t take long until the bottle was empty.

The rest of the morning went by in a blur. So many patients, so much pain.