Page 24 of Fake Out Forever

“You have a specialty?” She sneaks around to kiss my cheek.

I drop the potholder, grab her, and hoist her in the air. “I have a lot of specialties, duchess.”

She bats her lashes. “Is that so?”

“It is so.” I set her on the counter.

“Show me.” She licks her lips.

I don’t bother to hide my erection. I move in close so that it’s pressed tight to her core. “How’s that?”

“Meh.” She sighs.

“Meh?” I growl as I nuzzle her neck. “You smell amazing. What is that scent?”

“Ivory soap and Ocean Breeze Suave shampoo.” She wiggles her hips closer. “You like?”

“Meh.” I lean back, tip her chin up, and grin.

“How long before breakfast is ready?” She pants.

“Ten minutes.” I nip at her bottom lip. “Are you hungry?”

“Starved.” Her hand slides down the front of my jeans. “But not for food.” She kisses my mouth, moving to my jaw and down my neck. When her tongue swirls across the base of my throat, I moan.

“Take off my pants,” she whispers against my skin.

I lift her, drag her leggings off, and then work on my jeans. She takes my shaft into her hands and slowly rubs it through her wet folds.

“There. That’s better.”

The heat of her sex is driving me mad. “Inside…” I snarl through gritted teeth. “I need to be inside you.”

“Patience.” She latches onto my mouth. “We have seven minutes.”

“Duchess…” I try to snap my hips forward.

“Patience.” She tightens her fist around me.

Her tongue swirls in my mouth until she finds my tongue and starts sucking on it. Sweat rolls down my back. My thighs begin to shake. I’m not even inside her yet, and I’m about to explode.

She releases my tongue, strokes me once, twice… and then positions me at her entrance. “Now.”

I thrust my shaft forward, giving her every inch. She balances herself by holding onto my shoulders.

“Is that too much, duchess?” I pant.

“No.” She grabs onto my neck. “Harder. I want harder.”

I plunge deep and hard, so hard that the cups rattle on the counter.

“How’s that, duchess?”

She gives me a moan that has me grabbing onto her hips so that I can try to go deeper.

“Cade…” She whimpers.

“Maya…” I moan back.

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