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“Feet back down.” She’d never thought being told what to do would be such a turn on, but it was, and the evidence of that was making its appearance between her legs.

As soon as her feet hit the floor on either side of the bench, she got his hand back between her legs. This time a lot more satisfying as his thumb landed on her clit and his fingers entered her. She arched her back, her head falling to his shoulder.

“Watch. I want you to see how beautiful you are when you come.”

Their pose was erotic.

Him. One hand cupping her breast, fingers rolling her nipple. The other, forearm muscles flexing as his fingers moved in and out of her. His head next to hers, chin resting on her shoulder.

Her. Legs spread wantonly—eagerly—and hips gyrating. Both wrists restrained, hands resting on his thighs, her fingers digging into the fabric of his sweats. Her chest rising and falling with each labored breath through slightly parted lips.

Her orgasm was building, and she rocked her hips faster. Her pants became gasps, and her toes curled, trying to dig into the marble beneath her feet. “So close. Please don’t stop.”

His teeth found the tendon in the curve of her neck and bit. She exploded—spasms jolting her body.

His movements slowed but it was still too much, and she shivered with each stroke on her oversensitized clit.

Without a word, he slipped his fingers from her and placed his palm between her shoulder blades, giving her a nudge. She got the hint, lying down until her cheek met the cushioned bench in front of her. She felt awkward and vulnerable with her arms still trapped at her sides, until he raised her hips and entered her.

Then she forgot everything but the hard length of him stretching her, filling her so completely as he pumped in and out.

The second orgasm hit her unexpectedly, and she emitted a startled cry against the leather beneath her cheek. Her legs instantly turned to jelly with Blake’s hands the only thing keeping her in place.

His movements grew jerky and out of sync, and she turned her head to the mirror in time to see his head fall back, the long line of his throat working as he groaned her name before going still.

His head came back up, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror, looking intense as he slowly slid out of her and tucked himself back into his track pants. He grabbed the back of her tank—still wrapped around her middle—and pulled her to standing. His arms circled her, and he held her.

He didn’t say a word, but he didn’t let go.

So, it was progress.

Chapter 12

“I still can’t believe you’ve never been to the zoo.” Gwen took Blake’s hand and pulled him away from the ticket booth, excitement speeding her steps. “Your parents never took you?”

He supposed he’d walked into that. He should have never admitted he’d never been—a casual slip of the tongue while talking plans for the day. The look of horror on her face had been priceless—just remembering made him smile—and her insistence that they go had been immediate. Blake didn’t give a shit where they went so long as it made Gwen happy.

Trying to distract her from that line of questioning—his parents being something he never wanted to talk about with her—he asked, “Do you mind if we hit the lions first? They’ve always been my favorite.” That was bullshit, of course. He didn’t have a favorite animal, but the ploy worked as it had her whipping out a map of the zoo she’d been given when he’d paid for their tickets.

“It says the big cats are…” Her nose scrunched as she examined the map before her head popped up, and she looked around. “That way,” she pointed to their right, “just past the elephants.”

Fuck, she was cute. He loved watching her—especially when she didn’t know that he was—could do it for hours. In fact, he sometimes did. When they watched TV, and she didn’t know his eyes were on her. Same at the club, when he’d watch her from above in his office.

But it was her little mannerisms that really got to him. Her expressive eyes. The tilting of her head. The way her body reached for his without her even being aware of it. Her smile.

He fucking loved her smile.

But what he loved about her the most was she was so full of life and made him feel things he’d never felt before. Made him feel things he hadn’t thought he was capable of feeling.

She made him fucking happy.

He felt a tug on his hand and focused his attention back on Gwen.

Her eyes were dancing, and a smile stretched her glossy lips. “Ready?”

His heart thudded at her choice of word and its timing. He knew what she meant, but he couldn’t help thinking it was an omen of what was to come.

Was he ready?

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