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"Fuck," he chokes out, and his hips jerk forward.

I go deeper, then pull back slowly before finding a seductive rhythm.

His breathing is ragged, and his hand finds my hair with a deep groan.

I pull off long enough to look up at him.

His face is slack, his eyes heavy, his chest heaving.

"Don't hold back," I say.

"You keep doing that, little rose, and I’m going to lose it.”

"Don't. Hold. Back. I want you to come in my mouth."

He groans, and his eyes lose focus.

I take him in my mouth again, his cock hitting the back of my throat as he rocks into me, fucking my mouth with short, urgent strokes. His hand fists in my hair, and sounds come out of his mouth I've never heard from him.

God, I love those sounds because they are the sounds of the sexiest man in the world coming apart, and it’s me who’s doing the undoing.

His abs lock. His fingers tighten in my hair. "Baby, I'm going to come…”

And he does.

He comes hard.

His whole body jerks, and a raw primal growl tears out of him as ropes of cum slap across my tongue and chin.

I look up at him from the floor, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

He watches me with heavy-lidded eyes, his breathing fast, his teeth sunk into his lip.

"Hi, baby," I say.

With a smile that makes me throb between my legs, he pulls me to my feet and lifts me onto the counter.

“Hey, baby,” he says back, stepping between my legs.

I wind my arms around his neck. “I’m ready for you to fuck me now.”

He chuckles. “You know, I think you’re going to be the death of me.”

I kiss the corner of his jaw. "At least you'll die happy."

He laughs again.

I know without a doubt I have fallen in love with him.

45

DANTE

“I’m going to need you to repeat that,” I say into my phone, an edge to my voice.

On the other end of the line, Councilman Cross clears his throat like he does when he’s nervous.

“The liquor license for the Grazalov development was cleared this morning. Dante, my hands are tied on this one. There are no procedural grounds to⁠—"