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Levi doesn’t look surprised. He just nods slowly, like he’s filed the information away somewhere practical.

“Doesn’t bother me. What happened?”

I let out a small breath and look down at my hands. “Nothing dramatic. He just didn’t see me anymore. Wouldn’t talk to me. That kind of thing.”

Then he mutters, almost to himself, “He sounds like an idiot.”

I glance up at him. “Even I know women like to yap,” he adds.

A surprised laugh slips out of me. It’s not the right thing to say. It’s also, somehow, exactly the right thing.

“Women do like to yap,” I say, smiling.

The air between us thickens. I can hear the low hum of the refrigerator, the faint rustle of Fifi in her bed, and my own heartbeat picking up speed.

I take a slow breath, then reach for the knot on my robe. My fingers tremble slightly as I untie it and let the soft blue fabric fall open, revealing the black lace beneath.

Levi’s gaze drops. He looks at me like the rest of the room has disappeared.

For one long second he just stares.

Then he leans in, cups the side of my face with one big, rough hand, and kisses me.

The first touch is surprisingly soft. Warm lips and the faint scrape of stubble. But the second I open for him, something snaps. The kiss turns deep. Levi groans, a low, needy sound that sends heat flooding between my thighs.

He leans me back against the couch, guiding me until I’m half-reclined against the cushions. The silk of my robe slips open as he moves. Levi pulls back just enough to look down at me. His eyes rake over my body.

“Goddamn,” he rasps.

Then he’s on me again.

He kisses me hard and deep before dragging his mouth down my neck. When he reaches my breasts, his hand slides down and squeezes them through the lace, thumbs brushing over my nipples with perfect pressure. Then tugs the cups down, freeing them. Another rough sound of appreciation escapes him before he takes one nipple into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue circles it slowly, then sucks hard, sending sharp sparks of pleasure between my thighs.

His hand stays on my other breast, thumb teasing the sensitive peak in slow strokes.

I moan, and that seems to break him.

Levi slides off the couch onto his knees in one rough motion. His right hand grips my thigh, spreading me open, while his injured left arm braces against my other leg. I catch the brief flash of pain across his face, but he doesn’t stop.

With an impatient tug, he yanks my underwear down my legs and tosses them aside.

His mouth is on me instantly—hot, wet, and ravenous. He drags his tongue up my center in one long, slow lick before focusing on my clit, sucking it into his mouth with perfect pressure. The sudden intensity makes my back arch off the couch.

“Oh God,” I gasp, fingers twisting in his hair.

He groans against me like he’s the one falling apart. He slides lower, pushing his tongue inside me, fucking me with deep strokes while his nose grinds against my clit.

He’s moving like he’s starved. Messy, relentless, completely lost in it. The wet sounds of his mouth fill the room as he alternates between licks, sucking, and thrusting his tongue deep inside me.

I’m so close.

My hips move shamelessly against his face.

He doubles down, sucking my clit with just the right pressure. The pleasure coils tighter and tighter until it snaps. The orgasm crashes through me, hard and blinding.

“Oh God⁠—”

My thighs clamp around his head as wave after wave rolls through me. He doesn’t stop. He keeps licking me through it, slower now, gentler, drawing out every last tremor until I’m a panting mess beneath him.