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“I don’t…” My voice cracks on the second word.

“Five minutes, princess. If you haven’t screamed my name as you break apart in less than five minutes, I’ll slink off to my room and we’ll avoid all eye contact at Thanksgiving.”

I’m staring at him, but no words are coming out of my mouth. Because, to be completely honest, screaming his name sounds absolutely amazing.

I try to remember all the reasons this is a bad idea but I’m struggling to come up with a single one. “I have to go to bed early.”

He bends down, wrapping his arm under my backside and lifts me up in the air so that I’m pressed all down his front. My response is to wrap my arms about the powerful cords of his neck.

He looks up at me since my face is now above his. “Leo.” His name rolls of my tongue, and he grins again.

“Next time, I’m gonna need you to say my name a lot louder.” And then his other hand slides up my back, tangling in my hair and bringing my mouth to his.

It’s not a warmup kiss. Not soft and sweet. A moment after our lips meet, he parts mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth and sliding across mine. It’s everything he is, aggressive, confident, hot as hell. I moan, but he swallows down the sound as he keeps kissing me, his tongue, lips, and teeth, devouring me in a way that’s got me gasping for air and drowning in lust.

He sets me down on my feet without breaking the kiss. I’ve never made out like this before. It’s the stuff of dreams, and I swear, it might be possible to orgasm from his kiss alone.

I’m throbbing with need, my panties now completely soaked through. Can he smell how excited I am?

I’m guessing yes, because he backs me up against a wall, even as his hands gather the fabric of my skirt, pulling it up my legs until it’s all pooled at my waist Just like he promised.

“Not a lot of time to mess around,” he whispers against my lips before he pushes one spaghetti strap off my shoulder the fabric of the dress barely being held up by my nipple.

He doesn’t waste any time running his hand up my side and cupping my breast. I’m built like a ballerina, which means I don’t have the biggest chest. But they’re high and tight.

He thumbs my nipple and then pushes the fabric down lower, exposing my already tight nipple to the cool night air.

“Fuck me, your tits are perfect,” he says a moment before he drops his head to suck the puckered flesh into his mouth.

I cry out, loud and long, not able to hold the sound in, his mouth just feels too good.

In answer, he does the same to the other, a half sob falling from my lips. I had no idea sex could be like this. I can’t think, can’t breathe, and every nerve ending is waiting for is next touch. I want more.

Leo must understand what I’m thinking because he only laps at my breast for another few seconds before he drops, as promised, to his knees.

He looks up at me, a bit of moonlight catching his dark eyes and making them shine.

He looks stunningly gorgeous and completely devilish all at the same time. How can a man look that powerful down on his knees?

If this is hell…sign me up.

CHAPTER THREE

Kim

I’m looking down at him too, my chest rising and falling with such rapid beats, all I can hear is my breath.

The top of my dress is down, my skirt is up. I look like a woman who is about to be ravaged. Or maybe, I just look like the girl I’ve spent my whole life trying not to be…easy.

But I banish the thought, focusing on the man instead and the way he’s making me feel.

Leo’s holding me by the hips, my dress about my waist. “You smell amazing,” he murmurs a second before he tips forward, nosing my mound that’s still covered in my drenched panties.

I’m so turned on that even the light brush of the tip of his nose makes me throw my head back, my hips arching into him. Did he say five minutes?

I don’t think I’m even going to last one.

It’s so much more than I ever imagined, and I can’t get enough of him.

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