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Mills

Here I am, half naked on Hayden’s lap, but not much more exposed than I was this morning on the bed at the studio.

But that was acting.

This is anything but fake.

Every touch from his hands, his lips, and the grind of his cock against my core sends shockwaves through me.

Every roll of my hips forward pulls another moan from his throat.

He releases one nipple from his full lips and goes to work on the other one, kissing, nipping, and sucking.

The pleasure is so great that I dig my fingernails into his shoulders, effectively tugging at his shirt.

“I need to taste you, Mills.”

Something about this strange man wants that experience. And it’s not just the physical, animal attraction.

I feel desired more than at any other time in my life. I’ve dated plenty of guys, but they were the wrong ones. When I refused to mold myself to their liking, they became distant. Withholding. Sometimes too cool, but showing just enough interest to keep me in their pockets.

Maybe on some level, I purposely dated the wrong men because it meant I would never have to go too deep. And that’s why Hayden scares me. He is anything but chill. He makes no pretense about wanting to spend time with me. Wanting all of me, all the time.

And what the hell is wrong with me that I would not want that?

I feel my core clench down when he blows on my nipple, sending ripples of pleasure everywhere.

I ache so hard for him.

My fingers claw at his shoulders; my moans grow louder.

In one quick movement, Hayden has my legs wrapped around his middle as he stands, and begins the short journey to the bedroom.

“I need to taste you in there. Not on the sofa like a cheap date.”

I laugh, holding onto his shoulders and marveling at how effortlessly he carries me. His body is warm and hard between my legs, and his upper chest is a wall of protection. I could see myself wrapped up in all this attention every day.

But would I lose myself?

In the next moment, Hayden sets me down on the bed and is tugging my jeans off, taking my panties with them.

Once he’s rid me of every last stitch of clothes, he dips his face between my legs and kisses my soft, heated cleft.

“Oh!” I exclaim, not prepared for this. It’s been how long? I can’t even think of the last time …

I forget every thought in my head when Hayden drags his palm over my lower belly before splitting me open with his thumbs.

My fingers curl into the soft hairs on his head, gently guiding him.

Hayden teases his tongue over my folds. My body jerks as my pussy drips with need.

“You taste like you were meant for me, Dimples.”

And that mention of his annoying nickname for me makes me squirt.

Dammit, the hold this man has on me.

Hayden can do what he wants, and my body will thirst for more.

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