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“So are you, but we told Justus we’d be here until six.”

“He won’t mind. Hell, I remember when he and Trina got together he spent quite a lot of lunch hours with her. And as long as we’re together at the house, you’re safe. We can always come back here and watch the footage if anyone comes through the gates.”

She glanced at him, and he couldn’t tell if she thought it was a good idea or not. Then she stood abruptly. “You make a very good case for an early dinner.”

He stood and followed her out of the office, his gorilla hooting in happiness.

“I heard,” Justus said when August knocked on the open door. “Have fun.”

“Thanks, man.”

August stepped from the security office and looked around. There were patrons walking around, but not many because the day had been gray and rainy, and only now was starting to clear up.

He inhaled, picking up the scents of humans and food, but not anything out of the ordinary like a jackal.

Turning, he opened the door and took Ginny’s hand.

“Let’s hurry,” she said.

“You read my mind.”

Ginny writhed on the bed as August played with her.

He could kiss her for hours, for days, and never get enough. She was addictive to every single one of his senses.

He’d never get tired of how soft her skin felt or the way she moaned his name when she came or the sweet scent of her pleasure.

He slid an inch more into her, his thumb firmly pressed to her swollen clit, her skin flushed and dewy after he’d brought her to a crashing climax with his tongue.

His body was on fire. He wanted to fuck her hard and fast until they were both sated, but he also wanted time to stand still so he could just be in this moment forever.

This point in time, when her pussy was clutching him like a fist and he was two seconds from coming.

He gritted his teeth and slid all the way inside her. Her whole body jolted and her head kicked back as the motion made his thumb move on her clit. Her knees dug into his hips and her knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the mattress above her head.

She was a feast for his senses, and oh, how he wanted to fucking park himself like this forever.

Wiggling his thumb just a little bit, he was rewarded with her snarl.

“Just making sure you’re still with me, sweetheart,” he teased. He flexed his hips to pull out, leaving just the tip inside her heat.

She bit her bottom lip and tilted her head to look up at the ceiling.

“I’m here, I promise.”

“Look at me, love,” he said, his voice suddenly low with his beast.

She tipped her head down and gazed at him with irises dancing with the amber of her jackal.

She was right there.

Such a fucking sexy female.

All his.

He held her gaze as he plunged in again, but this time he wasn’t teasing. He stroked in and out of her, gripping her hip with one hand and using his thumb on her clit to drive her to another peak of pleasure.

He could feel how close she was, feel the utter inferno that was going to consume them both.