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“Oh god,” I moan. I want to beg him to do more, but I’m still not sure where this is headed, so I wait.

“No, love. I want you to say my name.” One hand comes to his head and I card my fingers through his hair as I look down at him. He winks at me before he turns his attention to my pussy and licks me from my center to my clit.

My head falls back as I focus on the wicked things his tongue is doing to me. The pressure, the speed, everything. It’s so good. He changes from licking me to thrusting his tongue. I rock against him as my arms lose strength and I sink down onto the island. I need more. I’m not sure what I need more of. But whenhe thrusts two fingers inside of me, I realize that’s exactly what I needed.

He knows my body so well; it’s amazing and creepy at the same time. I’m sure he’s done this hundreds of times before. He knows exactly what will get me off. He crooks his finger rubbing against my g-spot as he circles his tongue around my clit.

“Nix,” I moan. I’m on the edge of the cliff and I want, no need, him to push me over. He pumps his fingers and flattens his tongue to give stronger licks. The pressure reaches a precipice and I have to focus on breathing so I don’t pass out. “Please. please. please.”

He sucks my clit and swirls his tongue around me. I grip the edge of the island when my legs tighten and shake as I explode. Trying to control how loud I am so everyone in the house doesn’t hear, I pry one of my hands from the island and cover my mouth as I ride out the orgasm.

A shaky breath escapes me as I try to recover, but I still feel the tremors going through every muscle in my body. He stands slowly, gazing down at me with a haughty grin on his face. “I love the sounds you make when you come.”

Chapter 15

I’m still trying to catch my breath as I look up at him. “I want to do that again.” He chuckles and grabs my hand, helping me to a sitting position.

“I’d love to do that again. It’s one of my favorite things.” He grabs me under my arms and lifts me, so I wrap my arms and legs around him as he walks quickly to his room.Our room.

I lay my head on his shoulder and face his neck. His tattoo calls out to me. Leaning closer, I run my tongue along the outline. His grip on my ass tightens, but he doesn’t stop me.

Attaching my lips to his neck, I kiss and lick. I wonder if I could give him a hickey.Have I ever done that before?

“Done what?” he asks as he lays me down.Guess I said that out loud.

“Given you a hickey.” He smirks as he grabs the back of his T-shirt and pulls it over his head, revealing the beauty underneath it.

“You have.” He climbs onto the bed and lays next to me on his side. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he gets so close to me his chest touches my side. It reminds me of the memory I had. “It’s kind of your thing.”

I turn to face him and begin tracing the tattoos on his arm. “My thing?” I ask.

He leans back and pulls his pajama pants down slightly. Right on the edge of his V is a tattoo of lips. “That was the first spot you gave me a hickey, so I memorialized it with that tattoo.”

“Huh.” I stare at the spot as my face heats up for something I don’t remember. Apparently, things don’t change even with memory loss. I want to touch the tattoo, but I control myself. He releases the band on his pajamas, covering the tattoo. I ball my hands into fists so I don’t reach out and pull it back down.

Sucking in a breath, I roll onto my back trying to get my wits about me. Taking in my surroundings, I’m astounded at how beautiful Phoenix’s home is.

I thought my room was pretty, but this one. It is beautiful. On one side there’s a wall of windows, similar to mine. Except here the windows are separate with arches and the middle one has a window seat to look out over the gardens below.

The moonlight streams in. It brings a peace I’m not used to. Turning my attention to the rest of the room, I notice how it’s almost double the size of the one I’ve been staying in. I’m sure there’s a walk-in closet and a bathroom.

There’s a fireplace in this room as well, with an empty spot above it. I lean up on my elbows, tilting my head, trying to figure out why it feels like something is missing.

“You don’t have a TV in here?” I ask. Phoenix rolls over onto his back, placing his hands behind his head.

“No.” He doesn’t expand further as I continue to stare at the spot above the fireplace.

“Is something missing from above the fireplace?” I finally ask. He sighs deeply, as if he’s contemplating whether he should tell me or not. Turning to look at him, I arch an eyebrow. “Phoenix?”

“A canvas used to be above it.”

“What aren’t you telling me?” I ask.

He sighs again and faces me. “We did a boudoir shoot before the wedding. It was a picture from that session.” I wasn’t expecting him to say that.

“Can I see it?”

He rolls away from me, grabbing his phone off the nightstand. “I’m going to call Dr. Chamberland and have him come see you after he’s done with Anna.” He pulls up Dr. Chamberland’s contact information and presses the call button.

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