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Okay.Fine. I’m convinced. She wants this as much as I do.

“Oh, no. I’m taking care of you first.” I remove her hand from my pants and place it on the counter. “I’ve been dying to taste your pussy all night.”

Ivy moans, “Yes,pleeeeeasssse.”

I graze her lower lip with my teeth and slide through her wetness to locate her slick little clit. “What have I found here?”

“Ahhhhh,“ Ivy cries out, squeezing her eyes shut, squirming at my touch.

God, she’s incredible. This will the best sex I’ve ever had. Hands down. The initial flirtation in the noisy ambiance of Kells has turned into something neither of us expected, but maybe we both desperately need.

I work two fingers deep inside her tight channel and stroke. “Remember, tonight’s about you. You’ll have so many birthday orgasms, your head is going to spin.”

“Yes. I want all the birthday orgasms,” she whimpers. I withdraw my fingers and plunge them back in. “Ohhhh, God.Ohhhhkay.”

Fuck. She’s responsive. One night won’t be enough. The thought lingers as my fingers catalog every millimeter of her velvety pussy. The thought is tantalizing and terrifying all at once.

I want to be in this moment now, though. I push thoughts of the future to the side.

For now.

Tonight, my focus is on Ivy.

I’ll make her twenty-fourth birthday one she’ll never forget.

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Ivy

A Few Minutes Later

I must be certifiablyinsane.

I’ve turned my body over to a man I just met.

And, it’s better than I ever could imagine.

Cillian’s fingers are doing magical things to my pussy—how can something feel so incredible? I’ve had fantasies about what my first time would be like, but it was never this. I’m pretty skilled at getting myself off, but—until now—I had no idea how much pleasure my body wascapable of.

Cillian’s thumb circles my clit in time to his fingers plunging in and out of me. I’m squirming. Writhing. Moaning like a porn star. I can’t control my reaction to expert manipulation of my pleasure spots. Everything is raw, natural and intense. His face hovers over mine, studying me intently, almost like he’s cataloging my every reaction.

Almost like he wants to memorize me.

For someone like me, who’s grown used to feeling invisible most of the time, Cillian’s focus on my pleasure is addictive. Every detail of his face is sharp and clear. The concern. The intensity. When the wet sounds he’s eliciting from down below make me tense with embarrassment, he whispers encouragement. Tells me how beautiful I am. How fantastic I smell.

I’m sure he senses my inexperience, because he describes everything he’s doing to me. It makes me feel safe. Cared for.

Seen.

I’m not an idiot, he’s a stranger. An incredibly handsome stranger whom I’m willingly going to have sex with, no matter what the consequences. I should be scared, but I’m not. Every instinct tells me I was supposed to meet Cillian tonight. He’s my destiny. He’s my person.

Except, for one thing. I’ve backed myself into a corner with the lie about my age. I had to do it, though. It’s what’s on my fake ID.

Besides, if I tell him the truth now, he’ll stop finger-fucking me, which can’t happen. If I don’t tell him, then I risk…God. This can’t be a one-time thing.

“Where’d you go?” Cillian smooths the hair from my face with his free hand. “Are you not enjoying this?”

I nod vigorously. “It’ssoooogood, I’m,uh…”

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