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“Do you think you can be a good girl and be quiet for me?”

She nods, starting to pant.

“Or do you want to make noise? Do you want everyone out there to know you’re being fucked?” I can tell by the way the pulse in her neck quickens she’s as excited as I am about the thought.

I’m hard as a rock and I rub my palm over my slacks to ease the throb.

I yank her dress up to her waist and spread her legs with my hips. With both hands on her hips, I pull her butt to the edge of the counter and kneel, keeping my eyes on her. I kiss the insides of her thighs before burying my face between them. I’m too impatient to go slow. I need her. Now.

I kiss her panties, breathing in the scent of her and listening to her breath quicken before hooking a finger in them and pulling them to the side to reveal her pretty little pussy.

I know what she likes. She likes long, broad strokes of my tongue to start, nice and slow. She likes when I tease her, not quite reaching her clit. And then when I do, I get the satisfaction of moans as I make gentle circles. I go faster, putting a little more pressure there, making it swell. She fists my hair with one hand while the other is white knuckled on the edge of the counter as I suck hard. I switch between sucking and licking, driving her wild. She gets louder, her thighs crushing my face.

She says my name and I know she’s there.

Normally I might draw it out, but I need inside her—I need to fuck her—so I let her come for me. And she does, hard and fast with shaky breaths and quivering legs and the sexiest “fuck” I’ve ever heard.

I stand and she puts both hands on my face, pulls me in and kisses me hard.

“I need you,” she says, still panting, our foreheads together.

“I know you do, angel.”

I’ve already retrieved the condom from my pocket and her breath hitches when my belt hits the bathroom counter. I push my pants and boxers down just enough to expose my hard cock, then roll the condom on, grip her hips, and slam inside her.

“Yes,” she groans.

She throws her head back, her neck exposed and the line of her body arched back in pleasure as she holds onto me, fingers digging into my biceps and legs tight around my hips. She doesn’t need to hold on. I’ve got her.

I hold her hip down firm and her other knee tight to my side as I fuck into her. Not too fast. She gets louder as I go harder. She wants it a little rough.

“Noah…fuck. More.”

I’ll give her more. I’ll give her everything. Anything. It’s hers.

She’s incredible. Hot around my cock. Lips parted, red lipstick smeared across her cheek. Breasts bouncing behind the silky fabric of her dress. And all the while she’s moaning and gasping and saying my name.

Then she looks at me. Looks me right in the eyes while I’m fucking her and she knows I’m hers, at her mercy. She owns every inch of me.

“Say it,” I say, barely restrained.

“I’m yours,” she says, panting.

“Mine,” I growl.

I’m undone in a second, emptying myself inside of her and holding on to the counter for support as I shake from the force of it. She wraps her limbs around me as I begin to come down.

A high-pitched gasp pulls me from my post-orgasm trance, and I whip my head toward the sound—toward the opened bathroom door where Macy is standing, her hand over her mouth.

CHAPTER 25

LIVVY

He’s still inside me, cock pulsing, shuddering through the final waves of his climax as Macy stands wide-eyed.

“Okay. It is what it looks like, this time,” I say with a shrug and a nervous little laugh.

Macy turns around quickly. Noah buries his face into my shoulder, shaky, unable to compose himself quite yet.

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