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“I’m more than okay, but I don’t want to come.”

“We do whatever you want, Peach. You call the shots, yeah?”

I palm his cheek and lean in, stopping when my mouth is an inch away from his. “You misunderstood. The next time I come is going to be on your cock.”

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BEAU

Have I died?Is this one of those mind fuck simulations?

Because I cannot believe the perfect that is Eloise Hawthorne is telling me she wants to come on my cock in the middle of a Gauntlet race.

“You can have whatever you want, baby. It’s yours.” It’s a reassurance and a promise.

“Good, because I want you to fuck me, Beau.” She punctuates her request by dragging my lower lip between her teeth. It’s soft pressure, the kind of thing that gets me hard.

My cock throbs almost painfully, straining against the confines of my jeans. I groan low in my throat, my hands tightening on her hips as I fight for control.

“Goddamn, baby. You tryin’ to take me out?” I rasp, my voice rough with need.

She smiles, slow and wicked, her eyes gleaming with mischief in the low light of the private room. “Not tonight.”

I let my head drop back for a moment, clinging to the last pieces of my clarity before my brain empties and thoughts fly out the window.

“I don’t want to ruin your vibe, Peach, but I need to check-in, yeah? Because we’re in the middle of a strip club right now. You might not be thinking correctly.”

“I’m thinking that I was in a high-speed chase tonight, vaulted over a wall, in the thick of possible sabotage, and hiding out in a strip club.” Her voice is low and sultry as her fingers dance along the nape of my neck. “I’m thinkingthat I want to revel in the chaos. And I want to do that with you.” She pauses, toying with the ends of my hair. “But I’m not going to make you do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

A soft laugh escapes me as I gaze up at her, my chest tight with a rush of emotion. “Baby, the only thing I’m not comfortable with is you doing something you’re gonna regret. It’s easy to get swept up in this,” I murmur, sliding my hands up her back, fingers tracing the delicate line of her spine. “But you and me? Fuckin’ fated, remember? There’s no rush, yeah?”

Something flickers across her face, there and gone too quick for me to catch. But I feel the change in her. Her muscles tense and her shoulders round a little as she leans forward.

“Are you . . . is this your nice way of telling me you don’t want to have sex?”

My brows furrow as I sit up straighter, my hands cupping her face gently. “Baby, no.Fuck no, Eloise. That’s not what I’m saying at all.” I search her eyes, my thumbs stroking over the apples of her cheeks. “I want you so fucking much I can barely think straight. I just—” I exhale slowly, trying to find the right words. “I need you to be sure, Peach. Because once I have you, I’m not gonna be able to let you go.”

Her breath hitches, her eyes widening slightly at my confession. She stares at me for a long moment, searching my face. For what, I'm not entirely sure. But whatever she finds there seems to strengthen her resolve.

Eloise’s eyes soften the longer she gazes at me, a small smile curving her lips. “I’m sure,” she murmurs, leaning in to press her forehead against mine.

Her breath mingles with mine, our lips a hair's breadth apart. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Beau."

And then she’s kissing me, soft and sweet, a gentle press of her lips against mine. It’s tender and achingly intimate, a silent affirmation of her words. I melt into the kiss, my eyes fluttering shut as I lose myself in the feel of her.

The kiss quickly turns heated, desire thrumming through my veins like a live wire. She parts her lips, her tongue teasing the seam of my mouth, seeking entrance. I grant it eagerly, a low groan rumbling in my chest as our tongues tangle and slide together.

She tastes like sunshine and sin, like forbidden fruit.

I could spend hours just kissing her like this, learning every dip and curve of her mouth.

My hands roam her body, skimming over the silky skin of her back before dipping lower to palm the perfect globes of her ass through her thin sundress. I squeeze gently, urging her hips to roll against mine.

She moans into my mouth as she rocks her hips, grinding her pussy against my cock. Who the fuck knew dry humping felt so fucking good?

If this feels so good with layers of clothes between us, I can’t imagine how euphoric it’ll feel when I’m inside of her.

The friction is maddening, sending sparks of pleasure racing along my nerve endings. I groan, my fingers flexing on the firm flesh of her ass, guiding her movements.

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