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One nip to her clit and she’s soaring.

“Dragon! My God!”

I continue sliding my tongue over her, probing inside her, as her walls contract around my hand.

So sexy, so hot, so much I’m not worthy of.

But I’m in it now.

I’m in it up to my eyeballs, and though I should regret it, I absolutely don’t.

She screams through her orgasm, and I continue sliding my tongue over her clit, nipping it lightly, letting the waves wash over her. When I feel her coming down, I slide back to her clit, and she erupts again.

My God, this woman…

My God…

After two more orgasms, I finally let her go. Let her slide onto her bed, become one with her sheets. And her eyes close.

This is what she needed after a hard day at work, her first day on the job.

She needed to relax. Release.

And helping her was no hardship on my part.

But I’d be a fool to think this can be anything but what it is. I’d be an idiot to think she would ever have true feelings for someone like me.

I lie next to her for a few minutes until she lets out a soft snore.

Then I grab one of the extra blankets from the foot of her bed and cover her. I grab my shirt and the rest of my clothes and walk quietly to my own room.

I look at my phone. No more phone calls from mysterious numbers. But there is one thing I know I have to do. And I will need Diana’s PI to do it.

I need to locate my parents.

It’s time to confront them.

Whether they want to see me or not.

ChapterThirty-Nine

Diana

My alarm rings at five thirty a.m., and for a moment I don’t know where I am.

I’m not under my covers, and I’m naked except for the tatters of my tank top still around my shoulders.

I can’t think about any of that now or what it may mean.

I have to get ready for work.

Figure out how to talk to Rod about the issue with the mountaintop resort plans.

I walk into the bathroom and notice the redness on the tops of my breasts from where Dragon slapped me last night.

It was a strange sensation. Painful, yes. But also…

It was like I felt I was giving him something. Something he needed, and something I needed as well, though I didn’t realize that.