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“Good girl,” I say, smacking her ass. She gasps and turns to me.

I center myself at her glistening core and enter in one move.

“Fuck,” I growl. She shakes her ass and her walls pull me in, which draws another guttural groan from me.

I pound deeper. She arches her back and I pull her to my chest, cupping her breast and taking her mouth. Our tongues move together in a deep, soulful rhythm. She breaks the kiss, I squeeze her nipple, she moans and orgasms with loud cries of “Bruce.” She shakes uncontrollably as her walls clamp around me and I explode inside her, releasing every drop.

“Jola,” I say, coming down from the high. I pull out and fall onto the bed beside her.

We lie next to each other for a moment, her on her stomach and me on my back. I take her left hand in mine. I still need our connection. She turns onto her side, facing me.

“Hi,” she says with a soft chuckle.

“Hello, beautiful,” she smiles.

“I think I am hungry, and you need to feed me before my stomach starts eating itself.”

“I can manage that,” I say, sitting up.

“What do you have a taste for?” I ask

“Surprise me.” She teases

I nod and bend to kiss her lips gently.

“Get dressed,” I say.

“In just leggings and a T-shirt?” she questions.

“Preferably,” I confess with a wink.

She picks up a pillow and tosses it at me.

“I am going to my room to get my underwear and some tight jeans with a fifty-button shirt, tucked in and belted,” she says, getting off the bed and wrapping the towel around her body. I laugh, because we both know none of that will stop me.

I pull my pants on and head to my office. She goes to her room.

I place an order for Mediterranean food that I know she loves and Italian food. I smile as my thoughts drift for a moment to our love making. I'm already getting hard again just from the images in my mind. I leave my office for a quick shower. The front desk will alert me once the food arrives. My shower is quick because I want to be back in Jola’s orbit as soon as I can.

Chapter fifty-nine

Lexi/ Jola

Ice isn’t feeling well again after eating from the deli. We called for Smith, and I asked Julian if I could leave early and work from home. He agreed. Ice, Smith, and I headed home. Ice would go rest once we got there, and Smith would stay with me until Bruce gets home.

We stepped into the elevator. Ice pressed the basement button like we normally did, but Smith pressed the lobby instead.

“Head to the front. I’ll drive out and pick you guys up. I already checked the basement—something feels off,” Smith said, shaking his head.

“Your gut isn’t checking again, Smith,” Ice teases.

“Yeah, give me the keys and wait for me out front.”

“Fine,” Ice says, handing him the keys.

“Bag,” he said to me.

“Just give it to him,” Ice tells me. I handed over my laptop bag.