“The third floor gets two apartments. You and Dash, right?” Nalani asks, and I nod, avoiding eye contact with Claudia. “Fourth becomes storage.”
“And the little apartment stays,” Claudia adds.
I frown. “What little apartment?”
Nalani flips a page. “He wants the little apartment left exactly the way it is. Just in case some other little bird needs somewhere to land.” She mimics Paul’s voice, soft and gravelly. “His words.”
“Good man,” Koa murmurs.
“He collects us,” Nalani says.
We go over contractors, timelines, which walls can come down, and which ones are load-bearing. Half an hour passes before an alarm goes off.
“Okay,” she claps her hands together. “Dash is picking you Bears up in thirty minutes.” She slides off the counter and holds out her hand, “Let’s go get your bags.”
As they leave, Claudia asks, “Yours in the vehicle?” She asks, looking down at Savannah, fast asleep in her little seat.
“Yeah,” I say, trying not to look at her.
She walks past me to the garage, “Let’s go grab it.”
“My bag?” I ask, confused, but when I see her eyes, heat, and mischief mixed, I follow her. “You willing to chance getting caught?”
She turns, smiling as she continues walking backward toward the door. “They’ll be busy.”
I catch up to her easily, “Yeah?”
In the garage,she breaks our kiss and then pushes me against the hood of the vehicle. She’s already got my sweats bunched at the hips, and then, with a swift motion, I should stop, but I’ve wanted her mouth on me for over a year, fuck maybe a lifetime, and I can tell she wants it too.
Before I can process, she’s on her knees and has yanked my pants and boxers down so the hem of my shirt is the only modesty I have left, and even that won’t cover me if they walk out. My worry about that is gone when she grips me, fingers strong, as she circles me and runs her thumb up the vein. Her eyes flick up, searching for permission or, maybe more, a dare, and then she smirks and sinks down, enveloping me in a heat so sudden and so perfect that my knees buckle and I have to reach behind me and grip the hood for support.
“I’d rather be inside you than… fuck… fuckDoc, you … fuck.”
I feel the glide of her tongue and the squeeze of her lips, and a mmm that vibrates up through my stomach and into the base of my skull. I try to curse, but it comes out as a whine. I sound like a pussy.
“You’re fucking me so hard in ways I can’t…fuck”
She takes me deeper, her nails digging into my thighs for leverage, and for a second, I think I’m about to black out from brute-force pleasure.
The garage is quiet except for my panting, her low, greedy moans, the wet pop when she pulls back almost to the tip and then plunges down again, never breaking eye contact.
She alternates slow, maddening drags with sudden, messy lunges, slurping and rubbing her cheek against my length like she’s starved for it.
When she reaches up to fondle my balls, I almost come on the spot, but she senses it, backs off, and grins, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, feral and proud. Then she comes right back, deeper and rougher, and my hands are in her hair without thought, holding on for dear life as she brings me to the edge and then, with a final deep suck, I’m done.
She’s swallowing, making gulping noises, and letting me watch every second of it before she licks me clean and releases me with a satisfied pop.
She stands, wipes her lips, and smiles, “We’re even now.”
I drag her up and pull her in tight, “Doc, we’re nowhere close to even. You’re up by one, and I don’t want this series to end.”
My phone chimes as I’m pulling my pants up and in the process of pulling Claudia back so I can spread her out on the hood of the Lamborghini.
As I fish my phone out of my pocket, she pulls me toward the door.
“Dash will be here in two,” I grumble as I follow her in. She heads to the fridge, and I beeline it to Savannah.
“Don’t you dare wake her up,” she whispers as she opens a bottle of water and takes a drink.
