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Hated it too.

Because no matter what, I couldn’t help but wonder what I was giving up when I was with him.

But I found it impossible to think of that, could barely think about anything but the way I felt when I was with him, think about how his body over mine, inside mine, was something I craved.

“Here we are,” Narek said after he pulled into Elias’s parking garage.

“Thanks. I can find my way back, so there’s no need to wait around,” I said.

Narek nodded. “Sure. But I’m a phone call away if you need me,” he said.

If he thought anything was odd about me staying here, he didn’t reveal that either.

Not that I would expect him to.

Elias expected his orders to be followed unquestioningly, and Narek was no exception.

Just as I was no exception.

That gloomy thought in mind, I entered the elevator and then punched in the code that was necessary to make it move.

Used the moment to consider what that meant.

Elias kept an apartment outside of the family building where offices and my apartment were housed.

As far as I knew I, Davit, and maybe one or two of the Petrosyan family’s trusted soldiers, were the only people that had access to Elias’s apartment.

It means nothing,I whispered in my head.

As the elevator rose, all thoughts began to fade except thoughts of what I’d come here for.

Elias was waiting at the door for me, standing there shirtless in dark gray shorts.

If my thoughts hadn’t been scattered before, they would have been now.

His overwhelming, masculine presence was always apparent, but like this, it couldn’t be ignored.

I let my gaze stroke his broad shoulders, his heavily muscled arms, the heavy slabs of his pecs, down his stomach.

Let my gaze settle on his crotch, his dick thickening right before my eyes.

“So, you like the look of that, huh?” he asked.

I stepped toward him, put my hand in the middle of his chest, and pushed him inside his apartment.

Closed and locked the door and I followed him to his bedroom.

He lay back, propped up on his elbows, and I kneeled in front of him.

“I like the taste of it even better,” I finally whispered.

Then I gripped his cock and gave it a soft kiss.

Kept kissing it, stroking him as he hardened even more in my hand.

I breathed in deep, his masculine scent, the feel of his hot skin against my palms, all of it making me shiver with lust.

I didn’t really recognize the person I was with him.

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