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The man buries his face against the skin of my neck and inhales so deep that I worry his lungs might actually burst.

“Jesus Christ, Mama,” he growls, his lips moving against the sensitive spot behind my ear. “I could eat you right here, right now. Drown in this ocean. Fuck, I missed you.”

He scrapes his teeth along the same trail his lips just crested and it takes everything in me not to moan.

“Wh—what are you doing here?” I croak out as Toby’s hands wander all over me, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He’s grabbing my hips and pinching my butt, smoothing down my spine and hooking around my knees.

“Taking the next step in my journey,” he says in that deep voice that does things to me as his hands migrate to the sides of my neck.

Toby’s sight slams to mine, all amber brown and clear as freaking day, and my breath catches in my throat.

With my heart stuttering in my chest, I meet his gaze head-on. “What step is that?”

The smirk that crests the man’s face is somehow both devilish and soothing. Damning and downright sexy.

“The one with you next to me.”

I only have half a second to think about his words before he’s leaning in. I manage to wedge my hands between us, when his lips press against my knuckles.

“Wait!”

Our breaths mingle through the cage of my fingers, his darkening eyes only millimeters from mine.

“I’ve been drinking,” I rush out and lean back, dropping the defense I threw up. “I don’t want … I mean, I do want to kiss yo—”

I don’t get a chance to get the rest of my rambled thoughts out or throw up another blockade.

Because my bassist slams his mouth against mine.

Chapter Sixty-Two

Toby

Icould have let her go.

Had her brush her teeth or chug a gallon of water.

But once those approving words left her lips, I no longer had a choice.

With her … I’ve never had a choice.

Because Anna kisses me back with those plump lips and I tease her tongue with mine and the rest of the world officially disappears.

Just me and her.

I lean into her until she falls back onto the cushions, and I follow her down, my hips wedging between her thighs.

Anna lets out a sweet little grunt when my weight settles atop her, wrapping her thick thighs around my waist.

This is not what I intended to start the night with.

“Fuck,” I breathe out against her lips and nip at the bottom one.

Lowering my chest so that Anna’s tits press against my pecs, I trail my lips across her jaw and down her delicate neck.

It smells better than I remember.

“Jeffers,” Anna half moans, half whispers. “I have guests in the other room.” She wiggles beneath me.

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