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She moans and grabs the back of my head, her fingers digging into my scalp as her legs cinch around my waist.

I push her panties aside and slide my fingers through her slick folds.

“Beckett.” She moans my name and I’m getting high on the sound of my name spilling from her lips and the little sounds she makes. “God. I’ve dreamed about this for so long.”

“Must have been a wet dream. You’re drenched.” I gather the wetness on my fingers and paint her lips with it then slide my fingers into her mouth.

“Taste yourself.” Her eyelids are at half-mast and my dick jumps as she wraps her lips around my fingers and sucks, licking them clean. “Good girl.”

I grab the lace in both hands and rip the panties clean off her body. She gasps. “Hey! Those are La Perla. What are you doing?”

I toss the shredded scraps of lace over my shoulder. “I thought it was par for the course for you.”

“That never really happened,” she admits.

I knew she was lying. But if she was trying to get a rise out of me, mission accomplished.

I kiss the inside of her knee and lift her foot onto the counter, planting one combat boot flat and draping her other leg over my shoulder.

Then I slide one finger inside her and add another, watching her pussy taking my fingers and clenching around them as my fingers reach and curl until I hit a spot that makes her cry out.

“Oh god!” she screams, bucking off the counter.

I keep stroking with my fingers and then I dip my head and take the first taste of something I’ve denied myself for far too long.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Daisy

This is even better than my dream. Beckett, with his head between my thighs, his stubble scraping against my skin and his tongue. God, his tongue.

My head falls back and I pinch one nipple between my fingers, squeezing it.

“Oh god,” I whimper, my thighs trembling.

“God isn’t here. Get the name right,” he growls and then he shoves his tongue right inside me and I see stars.

I pant, squeezing my nipple harder as his tongue brings me to the brink.

“Beckett! I’m coming.”

He rubs his thumb over my clit and presses on it until I shatter.

When I come down from my orgasm, Beckett licks me from slit to crack and then kisses my lips so I can taste myself on his tongue.

“So fucking sweet,” he murmurs, giving me another dirty kiss.

“Now that I’ve had my dessert…” He takes off my left boot and then my right and they hit the floor with a thud. “I’m ready for my main course.”

He gives me a wicked grin and lifts me off the counter. My arms wrap around his neck and my legs around his waist as he strides down the hallway and up the stairs.

My body is humming with anticipation as I press my lips against the side of his neck and breathe in his scent.

“Leather. Spice. Sex,” I murmur, tugging his earlobe between my teeth.

He groans. “Orange blossoms. Jasmine. Honey.”

He shoves his bedroom door open and stumbles blindly across the room with my lips fused to his and my fingers in his thick hair.

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