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brushes her mouth against mine. It’s a soft, chaste kiss at first.

But that is all it takes to push me over the edge.

I push my tongue past her lips, opening our jaws up wide to mingle our lips and our heat together. With one hand, I yank her into my embrace, so our chests are flush together. With the other, I scoop her up and wrap her legs around me. She hooks her ankles behind the small of my back as I spin around and set her on the countertop.

She gasps and giggles at the cold sensation on her bare skin. I lace my fingers through the roots of her hair and pull back softly, exposing her throat to my nipping kisses. I bite and suck easily down to her collarbone while my fingers play with the edge of her panties where they meet her inner thighs. She squirms towards and away from my touch, not sure if she’s ready yet for it, teasing me to go farther, challenging me.

I put my lips to her nipple and draw in. She gasps again, putting her hands on the back of my head and hugging me to her.

“Roman...” she hushes.

I smile and push her back. She obliges, falling backwards until she’s laying on top of the counter. I reach across her, pluck the biggest chef’s knife from the wooden block that houses them, and lay the cold flat of the blade against her thigh. She freezes.

“You better not!” she warns.

“Oh? Are you telling me what to do, princess?”

“I’m telling you, Roman, if you...”

I grin as I slip the blade under the thinnest part of her panties and slice outward. The fabric falls away from her hip. I pull the rest of it away, leaving her completely naked before me. Exactly how I want her. Exactly how I always want her.

“You bastard!” she shrieks playfully. “These were my favorite.”

“You should’ve known better than to tell a hitman not to use a knife.”

She kicks me in the side. I just laugh and pin her ankle against me as I lean forward and press my mouth against her hot center. The words fall dead in her mouth as I start to lick slowly and delicately. I build pressure, circling the tip of my tongue around her clit, darting in and out of her. I can feel her body around me, tensing and relaxing in waves, while little whimpers of pleasure slip out from between her lips.

“You, you...” But nothing she says makes sense anymore as I add my fingers to the mix, pushing into her slowly but firmly. Her walls contract around my touch. I speed up the lashes of my tongue.

Outside, cicadas chirp and the sun is beaming, but in here, all that matters is the growing rod in my pants and the warmth emanating from Lucy as I lick her into a thrashing, screaming orgasm. She bucks in my grasp as it takes her. Her fingers claw into my upper arm, holding on for dear life. I press the heel of my hand against her center and let her ride the wave against it. It is a long minute before she comes down. When she does, she leans up and looks at me.

Her hair is a wild mess, and her eyes shine through the loose bangs that have fallen over her face. They’re bright and thirsty. She bites her lips. “Is breakfast over?” she asks, teasing.

“Just getting started,” I assure her.

I unbutton and unzip my pants. At long last, my cock springs free. I’ve made myself wait for what feels like a fucking eternity. Now, it’s time.

I pull Lucy towards me and push her thighs apart as I line myself up with her entrance. She grinds against my tip for a minute before shooting up onto her elbows.

Fixing me with a fiery stare, she says, “Wait a minute there, mister. I want my eggs scrambled, not fertilized.”

I laugh out loud. I’ve been doing a lot more of that lately than I ever used to. It feels incredible. “I think this will be a good meal for both of us, this way,” I say cautiously.

Lucy tilts her head and bites her lip. “Are you sure?”

I know what she’s asking. Am I sure that I want to be with her? Am I sure that this is the life for me? Am I sure that I can leave all my demons behind? Am I sure that we can have a future – a happy one – one that a child would be blessed to be born into, not cursed like she and I were?

The first, uglier part of the truth is that I’m not sure. They are impossible questions. We’ll never have certain answers. It’d be a lie, and a disgraceful one, to pretend that I knew for sure how to say yes to all of those questions.

But the second, more beautiful part is that I want to find out. I want it as bad as I’ve ever wanted anything. I want to find out – with Lucy by my side. My teammate, my woman, my partner in crime. The only one I want with me. Now, and forever.

So I hesitate for just a brief second before nodding. “I am sure.”

Lucy’s face splits into a sunbeam smile. I pull her face up towards mine so I can kiss my woman as I slide my length deep into her.

I keep her pinned close to me with my hands on her thighs as our tongues thrash and our hips rock together. It’s slow, gentle strokes at first, just exploring each other, accommodating each other. The sensation of hot, wet, tight heat on my cock is nearly enough to make me come right away, but I force myself to savor the moment instead.

Lucy’s mouth finds my ear. Her breath rattles seductively as I start to slip in and out of her faster. When our hips meet now, there is a fleshy slap that echoes in the kitchen, the hard,

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