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It’s the same question she asked me the night I met her, and I hope her answer will be the same as mine.

I wait with bated breath, my heart pounding in my ears and the seconds tick by agonizingly slow as Gemma stays silent, searching my eyes.

“I asked you a question.” I grip her thigh harder, feeling the smooth skin underneath the silky fabric.

Still, she says nothing, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Fuck it.

I crush my lips against hers, tasting the whiskey she drank earlier. Gemma gasps into my mouth but doesn’t pull away, instead bringing her hands up to grip my shirt. I deepen the kiss, my tongue tangling with hers.

The sweet little moans she makes have me straining against my pants.

I break the kiss, both of us breathing hard.

Locking eyes with her, I repeat myself. “Do you want me, Gemma?”

I can see the conflict in her eyes as she bites her lower lip, and I take the opportunity to move my hand up her leg.

“Yes or no. I need to hear you say it.”

Submitting at last, she nods.

But it’s not enough.

I stop my caresses. “Beg me.”

She closes her eyes, clenching her thighs. I dart my tongue out, soothing the spot I bit down on earlier. She tries so hard, but her body doesn’t lie.

“Please.”

The word is barely out of her mouth when I crush my lips back to hers. Our tongues meet hungrily as we cling together. Nothing else matters except for her and how bad I need her right now.

Mine. She’s fucking mine.

“Finally.” My hand wanders between her thighs as I keep kissing her neck.

Her body betrays her. Every inch of her skin begs for me to take her, to ravish her in ways that make her scream with pleasure. And I will gladly do so, giving her exactly what she craves until she’s left gasping and spent before me.

My fingers tease the sensitive area dangerously close to her core. Drawing closer and closer to where she craves my touch most.

She gasps as I slip past the fabric, caressing her bare, slick pussy.

“Dripping wet for me.” I ravish her neck with my lips.

She moans and lets her head fall against me as I push two fingers inside her. She wants me, and I sure as fuck want her.

My movements are gentle yet demanding, pushing her closer and closer to the edge with each stroke.

With the need to see her, I close my free hand around her throat, my fingers digging into her flesh. I force her to look at me, taking in the blissful torment written across her face. Perfect.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Even work couldn’t distract me. You irritate me, blocked me, and go on dates with other men. Although you’re mine.”

I sink another finger inside her, evoking a louder moan as her nails sink into my sleeve. My thumb finds its mark on her clit, pressing lightly but firm enough to draw another gasp from her.

She’s close now, her breath coming faster, her cheeks flushed pink.

I whisper against her ear in a sultry voice. “Come for me.”

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