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Susan's POVHe didn't answer with words. Instead, he knelt at the edge of the bed, spread my legs, and buried his face between my thighs.The first touch of his tongue on my clitoris sent an electric shiver through me.My eyes widened, my back arched as he teased me with slow, deliberate licks."Rick..." His name escaped my lips in a stifled moan.He didn't hold back. His tongue circled my clitoris, caressed it, then flattened it and pressed hard.One of his hands slid under my buttocks, pulling me closer to his mouth, while the other held my thigh apart.For a moment, I forgot everything else.I forgot Alexander. I forgot the consequences. I forgot who I was supposed to be.All that remained was the feeling of despair that Rick gave me.I could no longer control the sounds emanating from me, soft moans turning into cries of despair as he sucked me gently, then harder, alternating between the two, until my hips rubbed shamelessly against his face.My fingers tangled in his hair, pull

Susan's POVHe blinked, clearly surprised. Then he smiled as he set down his plate. "That came out of nowhere."I shrugged. "Curiosity got the better of me."He opened his mouth to reply…And his phone rang.The ringing ripped through the room like a blade.Rick frowned, glancing at the screen. "Excuse me. I have to answer it.""No problem," I said, even though my throat tightened.He stood up, took his phone, and left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.I sat there, staring at the empty doorway, my heart pounding.I picked up my fork again, trying to focus on my food while I waited for Rick to return. The room still held his presence, his scent, his lingering warmth on the sheets, but the absence of his voice made the atmosphere slightly eerie.I ate slowly, almost expecting him to return any moment so we could resume our conversation, so he could finally answer the question that had interrupted him.Every sound from downstairs made me glance toward the door.The minutes

Susan's POVRick stood by the open door, one eyebrow raised, his expression unreadable. "Looking for something?"My cheeks flushed. I swallowed hard, panic rising within me. "I... I was bored," I said quickly, putting the papers back in their place. "Sorry."He stared at me for a second too long, then shrugged slightly. "It's nothing."My heart was still pounding when I asked, "Why did you come back so soon?"He hesitated, then sighed. "I changed my mind. I realized I was wrong to leave you here alone." He paused, then added, "Come with me."I blinked. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" “He smiled, that confident, reassuring smile that always disarmed me. “It’s the perfect idea.”I got out of the car, smoothing my clothes, trying to calm myself before following him into the building.The interior was elegant and professional. The staff greeted Rick with polite familiarity as we passed.We stopped in front of an office. Inside, two middle-aged men were sitting on either side of a po

Susan's POV"Why would he think I'm not trustworthy?" I asked, my voice more strained than I intended. "He doesn't know me. He's barely even looked at me."Rick leaned back against the counter, scrutinizing my face as if trying to uncover some secret. After a moment, he sighed."You're very pretty, Sarah," he said simply. "Men tend to be wary of women like you. They assume beauty always hides secrets."His words hurt more than I expected. "Do you?" I asked softly. "Do you trust me?"He didn't answer right away.Instead, he turned, picked up the bottle of wine, and filled two glasses with quiet precision. The sound of the liquid filling the crystal glasses seemed strangely loud in the silence of the room. He handed me one before finally meeting my gaze.“I don’t distrust people unless they give me a reason to,” he said. “And so far, you haven’t given me any reason to doubt you.”A mixture of relief and fear washed over me. In my world, trust was never simple. It was dangerous. Fragil

Susan's POVI climbed onto the bed after him, confidently straddling him with my hands on his chest. "This time," I said softly, "I'm on top."His eyebrows rose slowly, appreciation evident in his eyes. "And who taught you how to ride?"I smiled, leaning forward just enough so our noses brushed. "You," I whispered. "I learned from the best."His hands slid down my firm, warm thighs, but he didn't pull me closer; he let me take the lead.The power of that simple permission made my heart pound.I swayed my hips slowly, deliberately, watching his reaction. His jaw tightened, his breathing deepened, but he remained still, letting me set the pace."Easy," he murmured. "I don't want you to collapse after five minutes."I laughed softly. "You said no interruptions. You'll see how long I can last."I leaned in and kissed him, slowly at first, savoring his immediate reaction. His hands gripped my waist; he was no longer pretending to hold back.The kiss deepened, the heat rising between us.T