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“I’m not having sex with you,” I say adamantly.

“But you would if I were sober?” she asks.

I’m just as inquisitive. “Would you want me to?”

I get the famous Mazzy Archer eye roll. “Of course, I would. Do you think I’m trampy for wanting that, especially since this was a first date?”

“Fuck no, I don’t think that. It’s a turn-on when a woman knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to express her sexuality.”

Triumph lights up those green eyes and she grabs my hand, turning toward the hall that leads to the master bedroom. “Good… I feel empowered. Let’s go have sex.”

“Mazzy,” I groan, twisting my hand so it wraps around her wrist and I’m the one who has her captured. I stop her momentum, turn her around and pull her into me. With just my hold on her wrist, our arms lodged between our bodies, I keep my tone firm but gentle. “I’m not fucking you tonight. I want you sober when I’m deep inside you.”

Her eyes flare, then darken with interest.

“But,” I continue, dipping my head to give her a gentle kiss, “I’ll make you feel good tonight if you let me.”

I lift my head, stare down at her to gauge her reaction. She looks stricken with confusion. “What does that mean?”

“It could mean a back rub or it could mean a massive orgasm. I don’t feel compelled to tell you the details right now.”

Those green orbs glitter with desire. “Okay, I’m in.”

That’s good enough for me and for some reason, my moral compass will let me have my way with her but only to dole out pleasure and not take any for myself. However, the prospect of that actually sounds hot as fuck as I imagine Mazzy squirming under me, begging me to fuck her and I won’t.

My hands go to her ass and I haul her up my body. The dress rises to her hips as her legs spread and wrap around my waist. Her arms loop around my neck and she kisses me with that hot mouth of hers as I carry her to my bedroom.

Flipping on the light switch with my elbow, I’ve got a million ideas of what I’d like to do to her but one in particular that seems just right for the moment. I move to my bed, lie her down on it and order, “Don’t move.”

Mazzy doesn’t and she’s a fucking vision. Her dress is hiked up and I see a flash of white panties.

I quickly loosen my tie and undo the knot until the silver-striped silk is held loosely in one hand. “Put your wrists together.” There’s not an ounce of concern in her expression, only an upward tilt to her lips. Her wrists slam together and she holds them out to me expectantly. “That’s my girl.”

With one knee on the bed, I loop the tie around and through, securing it with a knot that I’ll be able to release with a hard tug. But rather than just leave it there, I pull her arms above her head and secure the ends of the tie to the wrought iron detailing that runs along the top of my headboard.

Mazzy gasps and her chest rises and falls. My eyes lock with hers. “You good?”

She nods emphatically. “All good.”

Standing straight, I take my time unbuttoning my shirt sleeves and I roll each one up to mid forearm. Mazzy watches me hungrily as I move to the end of the bed. With my hands to her calves, I spread her legs wide and crawl in between them, settling my weight there. My erection is nestled right against her core and her hips undulate to create friction.

“Stop that,” I chastise before I give her a hard kiss. She moans into my mouth and I bite down on her lower lip, causing her to buck.

Rolling to put my weight on one arm, I use my other hand to peel the front of her dress to the side. The wraparound style and stretchy material make it easy for me to bare a plump breast clad in white lace to match her panties. I drag my finger along the edge of it, my gaze cutting to her. Her body is completely still and she’s watching me like a hawk.

Dragging the cup of the bra down, I reveal a rose-colored nipple. There’s no stopping my mouth’s descent down to it and just before my lips close over the bud, I notice the smattering of freckles across her chest. I make a mental note to pay attention to them at some point because I find that part of the Mazzy Archer package sexy as fuck.

She mewls, and it sounds like she’ll die from what I’m doing to her, but she’ll also die if I stop. Lightly, I bite the stiff flesh and she bucks under me.

“Foster,” she groans.

“Want me to stop?” I ask, my lips playing over her breast.

“No. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” I promise, lifting my head. “But I intend to have my mouth in other places. We’re about to get very intimate so if you want me to stop, I really need you to say so now.”

“I’ll kill you if you stop,” she pants. “But I get to do the same to you.”

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