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“Then, we’ll start slow.”

“What does—Dickbag!”

She squeals when I press my shoulder into the soft skin of her stomach. I grab the little purple bullet-shaped toy and kick the door closed as I spin toward the park. It only takes a moment to get to the picnic table, and I gently slide her over my shoulder until she’s standing on the bench.

“Take off your pants.”

“What?”

“Take off your pants,” I repeat, slower this time.

She rolls her eyes, cocking her hip to the side as she crosses both arms over her chest. “Here?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Okay.” I wrap my arms around her thighs again, tipping her over my shoulder as I turn back toward the car.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Going back to the car.”

“Why?”

“You said no.”

She makes a sound like she can’t believe how dumb I am, and I bite down on my lip to keep from laughing out loud. “What if I don’t want to go back to the car?”

My steps slow until I’m stopped halfway between the car and the bench. “You just tell me what you want, Viper. I’ll make it happen.”

“Unlikely,” she mumbles, fingers digging into my lower back muscles. She starts talking again before I can question why she doesn’t believe me. “I want whatever you were about to give me. What was it?”

“An orgasm. Two, if we have time.”

Charity makes a choking sound, and I can’t tell if she’s laughing or crying until she says, “I think I could be persuaded into that.”

We’re back at the table almost instantly, but I can see Charity’s hesitation as her eyes scan the abandoned park. “What if someone sees us?”

My fingers work open her button and zipper since she’s too distracted to do it herself. “I’ll kill them. Now, take off your pants.”

I’ve never seen anyone fight a smile as hard as Charity does. It’s like she’s determined to be angry, no matter what. I want to show her there are all kinds of things to smile about, starting with orgasms in the sun.

Moving around her, I drop my ass onto the picnic table, shuffling until my knees hang off the end. Charity turns to see what I’m doing just as my head falls against the sun-bleached wood tabletop. I quickly strip off my flannel shirt, adjusting it under me until I’m sure her legs will be protected from splinters.

“Uh, Dickbag?”

“Arguing will only cut into the time left for your second orgasm, Viper. Now, come sit on my face.”

She doesn’t move, her eyes locked on me as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. Her pants are off, but she’s still wearing orange lacy underwear that are so perfectly Charity Lawson I can’t help but smile.

Charity suddenly moves, stripping off the underwear as she scrambles across my body. She hesitates when she gets to my chest, evidently unsure how to proceed. “Up here, Viper. Spread your legs until you’re comfortable and lean forward so you can brace against the table.”

“Why would I need to—oh, fuck.” Her hands slap against the wood above my head the moment my tongue touches her clit. There’s an angry thrum beneath my skin, begging me to find and kill every man who has ever touched her because they clearly weren’t doing it correctly. Not using sex toys is one thing, but the fact that she has clearly never sat on anyone’s face is a crime.

The realization I’ve already killed one of her exes makes me hum happily, causing Charity to moan and grind down against my face. She tastes like summertime, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get over it. “That’s it, Viper. Take whatever you need.”

She groans, digging several sharp nails into the top of my head as she drags her clit across my tongue again. “Fuck,” she hisses, an almost hysterical edge to the word as she finds her rhythm. I try not to move, allowing her to use my mouth however she sees fit. “Fuck, Theo. Or, uh, sir? I don’t, dammit.”

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