Petite Fleur: A Stalker Romance by M. C. Luna

Author:M. C. Luna [Luna, M. C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2025-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 37

Leon Aldon

Maeve’s head falls limp on my chest shortly after I pick her up to bring her back inside.

Realistically, I know her body was too exhausted to beat me, but she was up for the challenge and I was up for the chase.

And boy, do I not regret a single thing that happened.

My angelic girl looked beautiful as she ran through the field and the forest, looking terrified, exhausted, and aroused.

Even in crappy sweatpants and a loose-fitted t-shirt, I was hard as a fucking rock watching her run and seeing her bun continue to loosen a little with each step until her gorgeous brown hair was simply a mess of waves all over the place.

Even better than getting to fuck her ass is the permanent reminder of tonight, the adorable silver hoop through her clit.

I’m so glad that it worked out how it did. I had been practicing that for a while with a little silicone practice mold, but I couldn’t be sure that she had the proper anatomy until I got up close and personal with her.

I get Maeve inside and lay her in our bed, but I’m not ready to sleep yet. I still have a handful of things to get done before I’m able to join her.

I clean up the little bit of a mess we’ve made from our day on the couch and put away all of the delivered groceries that had been left in insulated bags on my porch about ten minutes ago.

I could not have timed that more perfectly if I had tried.

I also spend an embarrassingly long time scrubbing the entire kitchen and throwing away anything and everything that could possibly be contaminated.

I refuse to let my girl get sick again due to my carelessness, but at least I know that if it happens again, I know exactly how to help her.

Not that I ever plan to have a repeat of today.

Once the house is in order, my notes are finished, and my computer is put away, I decide it’s finally time to get a little sleep.

I have to head into work tomorrow, and it’ll likely be a long day with how many appointments I had to miss today on such short notice.

It would have been easier if my patients were willing to see another psychiatrist in the office, but they only trust me. It’s an unfortunate flaw of being the best, I suppose.

I take a quick shower, cranking the water far too hot to scrub away the layers of sweat from my chase and from sweating my ass off all day in front of the fireplace, and throw on some clean pajamas.

I’m still kind of hot, so I’m settling with a simple t-shirt and a pair of boxers, anything else and I think I’d melt.

I leave my leg off, figuring I can carry it with me and hold onto the dresser on my way to bed. I need a break from this damn leg; it’s hurting too badly to be willing to wear it any more than I have to.

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