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Heaven is August Blackstone devouring my pussy.

Heaven is August’s tongue dipping inside me, lapping at my arousal, and then swirling around my clit over and over and over again until I’ve lost all ability to form coherent thoughts.

Heaven is the relentless flicking of August’s tongue against my clit while his fingers curl inside me.

Heaven is a white-hot heat spreading through my entire body until I’m coming so hard I damn near pass out.

Heaven is August holding my legs and kissing my neck, my cheeks, my forehead, and my lips before saying, “You are the furthest thing from a bad kisser, Ella Montgomery. And I’ll be damned if a man ever treats you like that again because from here on out, the only person you’ll be kissing…the only person who will be anywhere close to the sweetest pussy I’ve ever eaten in my whole goddamn life, will be me.”

Heaven is August Blackstone carrying me to his room, stripping me down, and pulling one of his shirts over my head and then snuggling me in his bed for the rest of the night.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

AUGUST

God only knows what time it is, but my eyes lazily open as I recall the sexiest dream I think I’ve had in a long time. Ella on my kitchen counter, her legs hoisted up to my shoulders, her breathy gasps as I made her come on my tongue.

Fuck, did she taste amazing.

And her body…

Perfection.

Best damn dream of my life.

And then movement brings my attention to the person lying next to me in my bed. The woman whose head rests on my chest. The one sleeping in my t-shirt. Visions of my stripping Ella down and sliding my t-shirt over her head before slipping into bed with her replay through my mind and suddenly my heart starts racing and my body heats.

It wasn’t a dream.

Last night happened.

Ella crying…

Ella shouting…

Ella crying some more…

I kissed her…

Fuck, did I kiss her.

And then I…

“Fuuuuck,” I silently whisper, shoving my hands through my hair trying to remember everything we said to one another. Everything I did to her.

“The only person who will be anywhere close to the sweetest pussy I’ve ever eaten in my whole goddamn life, will be me.”

Oh God.

What have I done?

I crossed the line.

I crossed the line big time.

She may have seemed okay with it, but did I even give her a fucking choice?

My pulse thunders inside my chest and I wonder how it hasn’t yet woken up Ella who continues to sleep peacefully using my chest as her pillow. Now that I’m keenly aware that her head is on my chest, I’m finding it difficult to catch my breath. My chest is tightening like I can’t seem to get enough oxygen.

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