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“My turn,” I say, licking my lips as I look at his dick. It’s far bigger than I imagined. I don’t know if I’ll be able to fit it in my mouth—or anywhere else—but I’m determined to try.

“You want to suck my cock, Emma?” His voice is hoarse as his fingers move my wet hair from my face. My entire body is coated in moisture from the sauna, and so is his. It sticks to his muscles, making them gleam and taunt me while I still don’t have my hands free to touch them.

I nod, smiling at him. “Yes.”

He reaches up and begins to untie the knot around my wrists. “Then who am I to stop you?”

CHAPTER 29

PRESTON

The moment I untie Emma’s hands, she’s wrapping her arms around my neck and throwing her body against me. Her lips crash against mine, and her fingers tangle in my hair. She kisses me hurriedly as if she’s afraid I’ll stop the kiss.

I don’t. I lift her off the bench and revel in the way she wraps her legs around my middle. My cock brushes against her ass as she rocks against me, but it doesn’t seem to deter her. If anything, it makes her more vocal.

She pulls at my hair as our tongues clash against each other. Fuck. This woman will destroy me. I already know it, and I don’t even care that she’ll leave me in ruin. I’ll be grateful for it, that at least for a small moment in time, I had her the way I do at this very moment.

Finally, she slows, pulling her head back far enough that our eyes meet. “I just had to kiss you before doing anything else.”

I squeeze her ass cheeks, keeping her pinned to my body. “No complaints here.”

This makes her smile. She bites her lip, looking at me from under her eyelashes. “I like the way you taste.”

“And how do I taste?”

“Like me.”

An unrestrained groan comes from my chest at her words.

She smiles wide at my reaction, telling me she knows just how crazy she’s driving me. If it were any other person, I’d be upset for them to know how much power they have over me. But with her? I don’t give a damn. In fact, I want her to know how fucking wild she drives me. How I’d do anything to see her sultry grin or hear her needy moans for far longer than the week I have with her.

My cock strains. I’m so close to her entrance that if I just shifted her a bit, I could slide right in. I want to, but there’s something I want from her first. It’s past wanting and now something I absolutely need from her.

I let my hands slide down the backs of her thighs. “On your knees,” I demand, needing to feel her mouth around my cock.

Emma hums, her head cocking to the side. “You don’t get to boss me around, Rhodes.”

Her words contradict her actions because she unwraps her legs from around me and places her feet on the stone floor once again. Her cunt brushes against my cock in the process of her getting down, making me suck in a breath of air.

She takes a step back, and I use the opportunity to look at her body. I don’t know how many times I’ve already admired her today, but just the sight of her has me breathless. She’s sexy and beautiful, confident but careful with her movements, and fuck, I’m obsessed with the sight of her. Her tits, which are the perfect handful, her sun-kissed skin, which glows underneath the dim sauna lights. The slight curve from her waist to her hips that fits my hands perfectly. I’ve already imagined placing my hands right there as she sits on my cock and rides me at whatever speed and rhythm she wants.

Everything about her is perfect, and that thought occurs to me seconds before she drops to her knees.

Now, this—this is the best view I’ll ever have.

She shifts her weight from one knee to the other to get comfortable. Her hands rest on her thighs as she just stares at me. I swallow, desperate for her to do something other than just look at me.

“Do something,” I demand—or maybe it’s more like begging. My voice is thick with passion as I wait for her to take me into her mouth.

Emma looks up, a smile playing on her lips. “I’m appreciating the view.”

I love the way she argues with me. I’m always on my toes with her, never able to guess what she’ll say. It’s a thrill I’m addicted to—even though at the moment, it’s frustrating because all I want is to feel her lips wrapped around my cock.

Needing relief, I wrap my fingers around my length and pump up and down. She watches the movements carefully, not stopping me from doing so. What a shame. Part of me was hoping if she saw me stroke my own length that it’d encourage her to take over.

I should’ve known she’d tease me just the way I teased her. I deserve it. Hell, if she really wanted to taunt me, she’d restrain my hands and prevent me from chasing the relief I so desperately need just the way I did to her.

She doesn’t, but the way she teases me might be even worse. All she does is stare as I pump up and down. I do it slowly, showing her just how I like my cock to be touched. A bead of precum sits at the tip. I wipe my thumb over it, spreading it around as I watch her closely.

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