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She seized my face and covered my mouth with hers so I couldn’t finish my corny thought. “Stop teasing and get back to work,” she warned against my lips.

“Yes, boss.” Our tongues met, and then we were devouring each other like a pair of hungry teenagers. And suddenly I was back in the Russos’ rec room, imagining kissing her like this while we watched old episodes of Star Trek. Imagining her straddling me, her pussy on the mound in my pants.

As I lost myself in that kiss, I settled between her legs, pushing the hem of her dress higher. My mouth descended on her cleavage and I rubbed my erection against her bare pussy. She arched up into me, panting. I tugged at the bodice of her dress and huffed in frustration when I found the bustier beneath it. Not easily deterred, I pulled it down roughly and covered one taut pink nipple with my mouth.

Chapter 24

Diana

This was happening. It was really happening. Levi was kissing me and whispering praise against my skin. I was molten under his touch. I moaned again even louder this time as he took a nipple in his mouth. My diminutive breasts usually weren’t the focus of attention when I had sex with a guy. But they were extremely sensitive, and Levi took his time with each one, sucking, licking, lavishing them with praise and tiny tender kisses. I was so moved I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry or some combination of both.

Levi slowed down. His head came up, and I no longer wanted to laugh because his eyes were filled with so much heat and desire and something else—something that I felt too but couldn’t name because words were insufficient. He pushed my skirt over my hips, and I was completely bared to him in the moonlight. It should have made me feel vulnerable, but it didn’t. I felt powerful, like the painting of the hunter goddess above us.

He was seeing me for the first time, really seeing me.

“Diana, you’re magnificent. You’ve always been the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

My instinct in the past would have been to argue. And the words what about Ashleigh flitted through my mind. But right here, right now, I believed him. I knew he was telling the truth.

I couldn’t respond, but I didn’t have to because his attention shifted and he was staring down at me again, completely spread open for him. He stroked a long, thick finger over my wet flesh. “So beautiful,” he murmured again. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” And then he slowly lowered his head. I could feel his warm breath between my legs, and then I forgot everything else because Levi’s lips were on me and his tongue was dragging over my clit.

I let out a strangled moan as he licked me with the same deliberate slowness as he had my breasts. He licked and kissed me at the same time, almost reverently, like I was the most extraordinary thing he’d ever tasted. My legs were shaking from holding back.

“Christ, Indy.” He stopped and flattened a palm over my lower stomach, holding me down. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Don’t overthink it.” I panted. “You’re doing a really good job, just . . .”

He gave me a crooked smile and then shoved my legs open wider as if I’d given him permission to go to town. And he did. He held nothing back, lashing me with his tongue while he pumped a finger inside me, angling my hips and holding me down so all I could feel was his tongue inside me. All I could see was his golden head between my legs.

It was too much, too much.

“Wait, wait,” I groaned. “I don’t want to come yet.”

“It’s okay. I’ll make you come again,” he mumbled against me before continuing his onslaught, flattening his tongue and pressing down on my clit until stars exploded at the sides of my vison and my legs were shaking. My cries again echoed off the paintings.

He let me spiral down again but continued nuzzling me, stroking my entrance with his tongue. “Again?” he asked.

“I can’t,” I said weakly.

“Yes, you can,” he said simply and then began licking me again until the pressure started building, and when he finally sucked on my clit, I came so hard I thought I might dissolve into the chair.

When I finally came to, I pulled him to me, tasting myself on his lips. I reached for his zipper, rubbing the hard bulge of him at the same time. He placed a large hand over mine, stopping me.

“But . . .” I protested. I wanted all of him.

He shook his head against me. “I don’t have anything with me.”

“I do,” I said, reaching ineffectually for my tiny purse that had fallen from the chair to the floor. Levi scooped it up and something clattered to the floor. My lucky meteorite—the one we’d found all those years ago. He held it up to the moonlight, its jagged edges reflecting the light of the moon. For once it almost looked beautiful.

“You still have this?” He stared at it in disbelief.

“Of course, I do. It was my first real discovery. I bring it with me when I need good luck.” He turned it over in his hand mesmerized and started to say something, but I didn’t exactly feel like talking about space rocks at the moment. I had something else hard on my mind, so I slid my hand over it and stuffed it back in my purse and slid out a silvery packet. “See what I mean? Good luck that I thought about slipping one of these in here earlier.”

Levi’s thick eyebrows drew together and he stared at the packet like he was an alien just landed on the planet and didn’t know what a condom was. And then I saw it, a flicker of doubt and guilt flash across his face. Oh god, was it the condom that set him off or the meteorite?

“Maybe we should . . . let’s just focus on you. Do you want to come again?” He slipped a finger into me again. And I stilled his hand; maybe I was crazy for turning down his offer for me to be the star of the show, but I needed more.

“Yes, I want to come again, Levi, but I want you to be inside me when I do.” My hand rubbed against him, seeking the zipper, and he groaned.