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“Look at you,” he says, pulling back enough to look down between us. He slides another finger inside of me, filling me, stretching me in the best possible way. Gliding his fingers in and out as he teases my swollen clit with his thumb. “Look at how fucking amazing you are,” he says, his voice rough like it's been scraped over gravel. “So goddamn sexy.”

I look where he indicates, my skirt bunched around my hips, his muscled forearm leading down and flexing every time he curls his fingers inside me. The sight makes me go liquid in his arms, and my entire body trembles as he continues to work me up into white-hot knots.

I've never felt this way before. Never been so completely consumed by somebody before. My grip on him intensifies, and my eyes flash up to his.

“Lawson.” His name breaks free from my lips as everything builds inside of me, like a storm gathering toward an explosive precipice.

Lawson’s free hand snakes around my lower back, and he pulls me closer to him as he brings his mouth down on mine and grinds the heel of his palm against my clit as he pumps into me.

I unravel completely.

An explosion of sparks break free beneath my skin, traveling from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes, making my thighs tremble as I rip my mouth away from his, gasping for air as I throw my head back, my entire being shattering into a thousand tiny pieces.

My heart races and my head spins as Lawson’s pumps slow, and he plants languid kisses along my jaw and neck until I'm limp against him.

Gently, he pulls his hand back, bringing his two middle fingers to his mouth and sucking them.

The sight has me whimpering as I watch him lick my flavor off his fingertips.

“I've been wanting to know what your pussy tastes like since the moment I saw you.”

I feel drunk on him despite not having one drink tonight.

I feel lost for him, and I like it.

I reach between us, going for the belt on his pants, but he gently grips my wrists and pulls me away.

Rejection threatens to steal all my blissful feelings, but he kisses me, hard and hungry. “Not tonight, damsel,” he says.

“Why?” I ask, and quite possiblywhine.

He grins down at me. “If you unzip my pants right now, I'm going to be inside of you within seconds. And I refuse for my first time with you to be on top of my captain's desk. Regardless of how bad I want you and how fucking hot you look right now.”

A warm shiver travels down my spine, and he cups my cheek. “I want you,” he says. “Don't you fucking doubt that for a second.”

I'm still trying to collect my bearings, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that the notorious and confident Lawson Wolfe is restraining himself from fucking me because he wants our first time to be somewhere more intimate.

I can barely wrap my head around what that means, let alone what he just did to my body.

Because I may be able to give myself a good release, much better than my ex ever could, but what Lawson just did?

It was earth shattering.

It was addicting.

And that made it terrifying.

“What do we do now then?” I ask.

Lawson smiles and plants an almostsweetkiss against my lips as he gently helps me off the desk. He draws back, smoothing my hair where his hands tangled it, and gives me a quick look over.

“Now we go back to dancing,” he says, and guides me discreetly out of Clay's office, and back to the dance floor as if we’d never left.

As if he could sense that I wasnotready to take that next step, mentally anyway. My body is more than ready to let him in all the way. Somehow, he’s smart enough for the both of us, and it makes me melt for him just a little bit more.

CHAPTER 9

LAWSON

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