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Pulling her underwear to the side, I drag my tongue from the spot my fingers are pressing into her all the way to her clit and back again. Her head snaps back when my thumb begins rubbing gentle circles around the edges of her clit.

“I’ll call you whatever you want if it gets you to fucking touch me.”

“I am touching?—”

“What are my options?”

“You can call me Theo,” I drag my thumb across her clit, and she nearly sobs in relief. “Or sir.”

Focusing on the way her hips grind against my thumb, I set a rhythm that has her cursing and begging for more in no time. “Of course, if you’re desperate,” I pull my thumb back, replacing it with my tongue. Charity whines in her throat as her nails scrape along my scalp. She does her best to hold me in place, but I pull back momentarily, allowing her frustration to build. “You could always call me Daddy.”

I don’t wait for her to respond, diving forward again. She groans a needy sound that’s quickly replaced by pleasure. Her hips stutter when my fingers rub against a spot deep inside her, but I keep the same rhythm with my tongue. “Fuck, Di—uh, shit. Th-Theo? I, please. I need. I, fuck.”

I don’t move.

“Dammit! I need more, Theo.”

The only change is my eyes meeting hers in the dark.

“You’re really gonna make me call you sir?”

I twist my wrist, making her cry out, and grind down against my face. She drags her clit against my tongue a few times, but I hear the desperation creep back into her voice. “Mother fucker,” she grinds out, pressing a heel into my spine in an attempt to make me give her more. She’s vastly underestimating how much I’m enjoying being between her thighs, the taste of her on my tongue, dripping down my chin, squeezing around my fingers. I could live here forever. I could die here, a happy man.

“Please,” she begs, her legs squeezing on either side of my head. “I, please. It’s, fuck, fine. Please, Daddy.”

My lips close around her clit the moment the word leaves her mouth. Charity’s entire body locks up, a string of pleas and curses filling the air as I give her everything she’s asking for. More, faster, harder, there, please, there.

Daddy.

She comes like a fucking dream, her head tipped back, mouth open in a perfect O. I watch her come down, gently dragging my fingers in and out until she shudders and shifts her hips. I help her off my shoulders, placing a kiss on the inside of each thigh before setting her feet back on the ground. She doesn’t seem to have much control over her legs yet, so I hold her hips steady as I get off my knees. When my face is within grabbing distance, she pulls me in for an Earth-shattering kiss.

“You need to go back inside, Viper.” It pains me to say the words, but reality is creeping back in at the edges, and I’m realizing how fucking stupid this was.

“But what about you?”

Her question brings my attention to my painfully hard cock. The idea of her on her knees for me is nearly enough to have me coming in my pants like a teenager, but I’ve risked her safety enough for one evening. “I’m fine. You need to get inside, it’s cold out here.”

Charity bristles, all softness left from her orgasm disappearing in the blink of an eye. “Sure thing, Dickbag.”

The way she spits the name at me makes it clear I’ve fucked up, but I’m not sure how. “It’s dangerous?—”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. All things go bump in the night in Forest Falls,” she shoves past me, and I let her go, watching as she stomps across the parking lot and up the stairs. I don’t breathe until the apartment door closes behind her.

Getting back into the SUV, I settle into the driver’s seat with a sigh. Of course, I’ve fucked this up. Thinking back over the last two minutes, I can’t pinpoint what I did wrong.

The thoughts keep me occupied for the rest of the night. By the time Dane pulls back into the parking lot, I’m no more certain of what I’ve done wrong than I was when Charity shoved me out of her way.

I’m halfway home when my phone vibrates loudly against the dashboard.

“Sir.”

“Get to Callum’s,” Grant’s tone brooks no argument, and I instantly turn on my blinker, moving into the turn lane. It’s going to be a long fucking day.

FIVE

LUMBER

CHARITY

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