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I hum. “You know I love hearing you beg for it. What do you want, my good girl?”

“Touch me.”

I run a finger up her calf. “Touch you…here?”

She pins me with a glare, and I slide my finger up, teasing her inner thigh. “Here, then?”

“Garrett.” She huffs.

I slowly brush my fingers up until I’m nearly where she wants me, going completely still. Goose bumps form under my fingers. “Is this where you want me?”

She props up on her elbows with a devilish grin. “Touch me before I do it myself.”

At once, I slip my fingers inside her, curling them up and working slow circles with my thumb. “Is this where you want me, baby?”

She falls back with a gasp, unable to speak.

“Yeah, you like that?”

She purrs her delight as I work my fingers inside her, and when I feel her start to tighten already, I dip my head down, replacing my fingers with my mouth. She bucks and takes hold of my head, pinning me against her. “Yes. Please. Don’t stop.”

She’s more vocal now than I remember, and my body responds to it with fire on fire. I push against her, adjusting to get on my knees, hooking her legs over my shoulders as I push her closer and closer to the edge.

When I feel her start to shake, she tenses and stills, not ready for this to be over. I chuckle against her skin. “Going to make me work for it, huh, baby?”

She should know better. It only takes ten seconds to get what I want, coaxing the release out of her like a triumphant warrior returning from battle. When I finally hear her cry out, I smile, but I don’t let up. Her body goes rigid. Then, seconds later, she’s utterly languid in my arms. When she lets out a long breath, I ease her back down on the bed.

I press another kiss to her sensitive skin, then drop to my knees on the ground at the bedside, digging a condom out of my drawer.

She sits up, and I pull her down to the ground onto my lap. She kisses me gently at first, then with more fire. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I whisper in her ear, kissing just under the lobe.

With wide, doe-like eyes, she crawls down my body, dropping to her hands and knees in front of me and taking me in her hands. She bites her bottom lip, giving me a coy little smile.

Slowly, oh so fucking slowly, she wraps her lips around me, and I swear to god I see stars. This woman is a goddess. A temptress.

She’s heaven and sin all wrapped into one, and she’s mine.

My whole fucking world.

I close my eyes, throwing my head back as her tongue slides down my length. “Fuck yes.” She moves faster, apparently spurred on by my praise. “That’s my girl.”

I’m not going to last long if we keep this up. I grab her hair, then her face, pulling her up to meet my mouth, devouring her with a new sense of urgency as I grab the condom, tear it open, and sheathe myself. She eases onto my lap again. This time, we work together to guide her down on top of me.

“You good?”

She nods, moving slowly until I’m completely inside her, and then,fuck.This is heaven. I’ve died and gone to heaven, and I couldn’t be happier about it.

I’d die a million times if it always feels this good.

We rock together in perfect unison, our skin slick with sweat. I hold her against me and pump into her, then slow down when she takes control, kissing my lips as she rides me. We tease and tempt each other, going right to the edge but refusing to go over. We’re both stubborn like that, I guess, which is what makes it so electric between us.

I don’t want to stop.

I never want to stop.

And finally, when the molten metal fills my veins, all thoughts cease. We go over the edge of the cliff in a chorus of cries and moans and “yeses,” and she’s smiling at me in that way she always has. I know then, all at once, nothing has changed, yet somehow, everything has changed.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

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