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“Ohhh, Seven. Don’t stop.” She sounded so far away. Breathy, as if she might pass out. “Pleaaaase, don’t stop.”

She bucked more frantically then, my fingers growing slicker from her juices. Her clit was a hard nub when I pinched it on my next round. She swore loudly, arching against me as her nails dug into my hand. I plunged my finger back inside her, her pussy clenching around me in chaotic waves. Her whole body jolted, and then again. She’d had a hell of an orgasm.

I leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose before I slipped my finger out of her. But I left my hand stuffed beneath the fabric of her pants. Mostly because I’d been wanting to do this for too fucking long and I liked the way it looked with my hand buried in her shorts.

Mine.

Her chest lifted and fell quickly. Finally, her eyes drifted open, and she looked up at me with a lazy smile on her face.

“That was number one.”

“First of many.”

“Is it your turn now?” she asked lazily.

I shook my head. “No. Not needed.” When she looked doubtful, I added, “Do you really want to?”

She blinked a few times, her gaze drifting out across the room. “I just want to lie here and let you touch me more.”

I grinned, pressing a sloppy kiss to the side of her cheek. “Then that’s what you’ll get.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

JORDAN

It was somewhere around the fifth orgasm that I realized I was living in Heaven.

Seventh Heaven.

Heaven with Seven.

Roxie was wrong. The man did know his way around a pussy. Because he played mine like a fiddle every single night.

I couldn’t believe how often his fingers were inside of me. And on some occasions, his tongue. I went through the next few days permanently sexually satisfied yet clamoring for more, more, more. I’d never known such limb-melting, euphoria-defining pleasure. And the man wouldn’t even stick it in. Not until I screamed my consent and he was satisfied that I was fully “ready”.

Friday morning, I woke up about a half hour before my alarm. It wasn’t typical for me, but neither was sharing a bed with my bodyguard or sleeping buried in his arms, which were all part of the new norm. When I came to, I realized Seven had moved his muscular thigh between my legs, gently moving it against my pussy.

I drew a deep breath, unable to prevent the cheek-splitting smile. Shit like this was unreal. I moved my hips in the same rhythm, watching his lips curl up, too.

“You don’t waste any time,” I murmured, burying my face in his neck.

“Let’s start the day off right.” He kissed my cheek, my lips, my chin, then threw the covers back. In the shifting gray morning light, I relished the view of him. He’d stopped drawing the room-darkening curtains at night, which meant more natural light filled the bedroom, allowing me greater clarity of this Czech-and-Guatemalan god. His chiseled torso, the jaw-droppingly enormous bulge in his boxer briefs. Maybe he was right to spend so much time with his fingers inside me. There was a scientific likelihood that our parts wouldn’t fit.

Seven propped himself on his heels near the foot of the bed, tugging me toward him. I giggled as I slid effortlessly across his sheets. He clambered off the bed, knelt on the ground, and tugged me even closer. I could tell from the glint in his eye what he was going for, the way he eyed my panties ravenously. He tore them off me in a fluid movement, skipping hot kisses along my inner thigh until he found my core.

Next, he dragged his tongue over my clit, causing my whole body to spasm. He pressed little kisses down my pussy until his tongue pressed inside, swirling and searching. A jagged moan escaped me as he returned to my clit, flicking his tongue back and forth across it. Electric heat started swarming my limbs, warning me. I arched my back and pinched my eyes shut, welcoming the sensation.

“Look at me, Jordan.”

His gritty command sparked new fires inside me. I inhaled sharply, doing as he asked.

“Watch me tongue fuck you.” The smile he gave me was equal parts sexy and boyish. Then he dove in, lavishing my pussy with his fiercest yet most delicate attention. It was hard not to melt into a puddle of goo. But with eyes on him, I saw the way his right arm moved methodically, his hand obscured by the foot of the bed. His muscles flexing rhythmically. Desire sizzled through me. He was jacking off while he ate me out.

He slurped at my pussy, his head moving from side to side as he explored my depths with his tongue once more. When he came up for air, he sank his teeth into my inner thigh. My whole body jolted, and I cried out.

“Do you know what I’m doing down here?” he asked, his voice sounding strained.

“Playing with your…wood?” It was hard to form sentences, much less be cheeky.

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