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As her knee slides across my body, she loses her balance and, instead of locking my arm in, she ends up straddling my waist.

“Skylar.” Her name is born on a groan torn from my chest before I can stop it. My hands go to her waist to steady her—and to keep her from moving back and discovering just how unprofessional my body is being.

“Sorry,” she whispers, freezing in place. “I slipped.” And I think I believe her, but she’s also not moving away. Not restarting, or even continuing the move despite her mistake.

“Don’t,” I bite out, holding on to my last shred of control.

I see the moment she surrenders to the heat between us. Her eyes, already darkened with lust, glaze over, and she bites into her bottom lip. Then she shifts her hips backward.

And comes into contact with my rock-hard cock.

She moans.

My tether snaps, and I’m lost to anything that isn’t her.

Before she can brace for it, I’m flipping Skylar onto her back and crashing my lips down onto hers.

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DOMINIC

There’s nothing gentle or patient about this kiss. As much as I need to taste her, she seems equally desperate for it. Her arms wrap around my neck, and her mouth opens to me with the sexiest goddamn moan I’ve ever heard. Groaning, I slide my tongue between her lips to deepen the kiss.

The second it touches hers, a new level of desperation sparks. I can’t stop myself from grinding down on her, driven by an all-consuming need. Nothing else exists right now.

I’m mindless with hunger for her. I want everything, to kiss her, bite her neck, suck on her nipples. But more than anything else, I want to taste her pleasure on my tongue.

She tears her mouth from mine to gasp, “I need you,” her hips rocking against mine as her nails sink into my shoulders. “Please, Dominic, I need you.”

I think it’s the sound of my name on her lips that fully does me in.

I shift back to get a grip on her spandex shorts and yank them off of her hips. She doesn’t even get a chance to lift her ass as I pull them off her legs, narrowly keeping from ripping them apart.

Thankfully, her underwear comes with the pants. Making it one less barrier between my mouth and the forbidden space between Skylar’s legs.

I don’t even hesitate. I just drop my mouth to Skylar’s cunt, and I feast.

I can’t tell which one of us moans first: it’s a symphony of a sound, so it might be both of us. But the second I get her taste in my mouth, I go weak with relief.

She melts like butter on my tongue. She’s drenched, giving away that she’s been just as turned on as I’ve been through this lesson. As I lick the length of her, swirl my tongue around the swollen, pink bud, I take pleasure in the fact that I can feel her essence spread all over my mouth. I even love that I can taste her sweat, only emphasizing our desperation and impatience. I love knowing she wants me as much as I want her.

“I’ve been dreaming about the way this pussy tastes,” I groan against her skin. I wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her tight against my face as I look up the length of her body to watch her.

“Fuck,” she groans, arching her back in ecstasy as my tongue spears inside her. Her hand slides into my hair and grips the strands hard enough to send a bite of pain into my scalp.

My movements become frenzied, my mouth punishing. I want Skylar to come on my face more than I want to breathe.

As her hips start to rock against my mouth, her moans and gasps become more wanton. I figure out the quick side-to-side motion on her clit that seems to make her suck in a breath and start to shake, and I settle in with hungry desperation.

For a second, her hand tightens in my hair and her whole body freezes. Then…

She shudders.

I’m groaning through her orgasm, licking up every drop of her ecstasy and trying to memorize the taste of her.

Because even though we’ve given in, there’s still a nagging thought in the back of my mind that’s telling me this is temporary. That this is, and will always be, off-limits and forbidden.

I shove that thought to the back of my mind by absorbing Skylar with every sense I have: the feel of her soft skin beneath my hands, the taste of her on my tongue, the sounds of her gasping breaths as she tries to suck oxygen into her lungs. The sight of her lost in the force of her pleasure.

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