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Thursday morning, like every morning, starts with Bianca’s hot lips wrapped around my cock.
She says she’s training her gag reflex out of her. I’m not sure that’s possible, but who am I to deny her?
“Morning, baby.” I push my hands under the covers, weaving my fingers into her hair.
I wonder how long she’s been between my legs, her head bobbing up and down.
She doesn’t reply with words. Instead, she increases the pace and drags her teeth along the underside of my shaft. That move always sends sparks through my nervous system.
My groggy mind clears, sleep long forgotten while the orgasm builds at the base of my spine. Bianca hollows her cheeks, and the sucking motion almost sends me over.
“Fuck,” I grit out, thrusting my hips to fit another inch inside her hot mouth. “I love our mornings.”
Her delicate hand wraps around the base of my cock, jerking at the few inches she can’t swallow.
Black spots dance before my eyes. Sweat beads at my hairline, the incoming orgasm something to behold. Bianca’s beyond skilled, fucking phenomenal at keeping the right tempo.
The grunts escaping my chest spur her on and within two minutes, I’m right there, filling her mouth with hot cum. Her throat contracts as she swallows, milking every drop.
“Morning,” she purrs, climbing up my body. “Sleep well?”
“Woke up better.” I grip her waist, flip us over and kiss her. She tastes like me... it shouldn’t be such a turn-on, but it is. “My turn,” I whisper, ghosting my hand down her flat stomach.
She grips my wrist before I sink two fingers inside her pussy. “Not this time. It’s late.”
I check the time on the bedside clock, groaning when I realize she has fifteen minutes to get ready.
“That’s not fair.”
She pecks my lips, bracing both hands against my chest. “You’ll make it up to me tonight. Now move, I need a shower.”
So do I... but first, I need coffee and a workout. Arthur brought his car to Cleveland this week, which means I can hit the gym every morning while they’re at the flower market.
Two hours later, I’m back in Bianca’s apartment freshly showered and sipping coffee as I check the facial recognition software scanning for Vaughn, Noretto, and Grey.
So far, nothing on the ex-cop. Nothing out of the ordinary on the other two, either. I lean back in the chair, staring at the screen without seeing it, my head preoccupied with the goodbye kiss Bianca gave me.
It wasn’t a quick peck—it lingered, her fingers brushing the back of my neck, her lips soft but firm. She’s been doing that more lately, like she’s claiming me as much as I’ve claimed her.
My smile disappears when my phone rings.
Arthur.
Cold dread grips my throat. He never calls while he’s with Bianca, his focus narrowed to keeping her safe, so I immediately know this won’t be good news. Swiping my thumb across the screen, I press the phone to my ear, his panicked voice coming through before I can askwhat’s wrong.
“She’s gone.”
The words slam into me like a freight train.
“What?” I snap, bolting upright. “What do you mean she’s gone?! How—”
“We were walking back to the car,” he explains, every word laced with fear. “She was right behind me. One minute, we were chatting, and then I turn around, and she’s gone! Fuck, I swear to God, she was right there!”
My chest tightens, pulse roaring in my ears. “How long?”
“Two minutes, maybe less. I’m looking for her, but I—”
