Page 61 of Perfect Pitch

And his lips still haven’t touched mine.

I trail my mouth over his cheek, past the spot behind his ear, down the cord of his neck and suck lightly where his tendons are straining.

It snaps his control.

He rights me and his lips brush against mine once before sealing our mouths together. His tongue duals with mine, circling the tip before gliding back and forth.

God, he can kiss.

Our mouths still locked, Mitch makes quick work shoving the billowy mini dress I wear past my thighs. I feel his thumbs brush over the tops of my garters before he flicks them open. They spring back with a snap that causes a gasp he catches in his mouth.

His fingers slide up the inside of my thighs so he can grip the center lace of my panties, pulling it to the side.

I rock up to my knees to give him more room to move, still clutching his face.

He tears his lips from mine even as his fingers dance along the fabric covering my clit. “Do you want me to stop?”

“I’ll kill you if you dare,” I hiss.

His eyes bore directly into mine, and his fingers slip beneath the fabric. Nuzzling against my dress, he searches for my nipple. Drawing it in his mouth, he wedges two fingers inside up to the first knuckle.

“Ahh!” My head arches back, hair cascading down my back.

“Do you want more?” Mitch growls at my breast, nibbling the tip.

Exquisite pleasure I never want to let go of.

Just as I’m about to push myself down to the hilt on his fingers, the lights blind us both. Mitch swiftly rolls me to my back.

A massive yawn followed by a crash against a wall warns us Trevor’s about to walk into the kitchen.

I’m shaking with a need so strong I can hardly breathe. Judging from the way Mitch’s jaw is clenched, he feels the same way.

Or I’m completely off base because seconds later when Trevor sleepily complains he’s thirsty, we’re sitting a good three feet apart, as if neither of us were consuming the other just seconds earlier.

If it isn’t for the fact my garters are loose and I am wet, I’d wonder if I dreamed the whole thing.

Just like I dream about Mitch every night.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

If forty is the new thirty, and people say twenty-year-olds are so mature, are we just eliminating thirties? They haven’t been so great, so I’m okay with that decision.

—Moore You Want

The sealed security envelope arrives from Hudson HQ at the condo in Beckett’s building where we live in the lap of luxury when we’re not protecting his VIP ass from doing more stupid shit than he does on a daily basis. Kane hands it to me before heading into the gym.

I tear it open and begin reading.

Subject: Austyn Melissa Kensington

Birthplace: Kensington, Texas

Parents: Paige Kensington, MD (mother), Unknown (father)

Education (highest level): Freshman, University of Texas, Austin—dual major in music and business

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