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Her exaggerated self-deprecation cleared his frown as she intended but he hadn’t lost the shell-shocked expression. He wanted to ask more, she could see it in his expressive eyes, so she did the one thing guaranteed to distract him.

Pushing into a sitting position, she grabbed the condoms from across her hip and tore off the first one. Placing it deliberately on the bed between them as a promise, she stood, and reached behind for her zip.

Her fingers fumbled as the moment arrived to reveal her body to him, but she had to do this. To prove to herself that she wasn’t that scared, vulnerable girl she’d been six years ago and to regain control of the situation.

Admitting the truth usurped some of her power and she needed to get it back, starting with disrobing for the last guy to see her semi-naked.

Thankfully, lust replaced confusion in Brock’s stare as she eased the zip down and pushed the sleeves down her arms, taking the top of the dress with it.

Her skin pebbled in the cool air and she resisted the urge to rub her skin for warmth. Besides, the longer Brock stared at her, the more she heated from the inside out, his burning gaze creating a flush that started at her neck and swept downwards.

‘Fuck me,’ Brock muttered, as his hungry gaze zeroed in on her breasts and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

She always wore sexy lingerie because it empowered her. She might not feel attractive on the outside some days but knowing she wore risqué underwear leant her a swagger that would otherwise be missing.

With Brock staring at her with blatant appreciation, she felt vindicated in wearing a black satin bra and matching panties dotted with tiny crimson lips.

‘You are so beautiful,’ he murmured, as she shimmied out of the dress and let it fall to the floor in a soft swoosh.

She stepped out of the dress and he was on her in an instant.

‘You have amazing tits,’ he murmured, running his hands over her shoulders, down her arms, before cupping her breasts in his hands.

‘Prove it—oh.’ She gasped as her taunt had the desired effect and his mouth fastened on a nipple through the satin.

She arched towards him, and with a deft flick of his fingers he had the bra unhooked and his lips on her, feasting. Licking and sucking, nibbling and nipping, alternating between her nipples until her knees weakened.

He must’ve felt her wobble because he raised his head, his eyes so passion-hazed she wondered if he could actually see her, before he blinked.

A slow, wicked smile spread across his face as his fingers toyed with her panties. ‘You taste even better than I remember.’

Jayda tried to come up with something witty in response but her brain wouldn’t function with his fingertips repeatedly grazing the sensitive skin on the tops of her thighs. He slid a finger under the elastic of her panties, plucking at it, over and over, teasing her, driving her mad with want.

‘Brock, please…’ she whispered, gritting her teeth against the urge to shove him onto the bed and ride him until dawn. The ache between her thighs had become unbearable and her pantieswere drenched. She didn’t need the foreplay, not after six long years. She neededhim.

‘Please what?’ He hooked his thumb into one side of her panties and she groaned in relief.

‘Please fuck me.’

His gaze locked on hers, those ebony eyes inscrutable as he slowly and deliberately hooked his thumb under the other side, making both ping a little against her skin.

‘Only because you asked so nicely,’ he said, his smile laden with promise as he dropped to his knees and pressed his nose to her clit, sending jolts of pleasure ricocheting through her.

He eased away to roll her panties down, peeling them off infuriatingly slowly when she didn’t mind if he ripped them off, she wanted him that badly.

The familiar flutter of panic that he’d see every flaw of her body made her squeeze her eyes shut, before she realised Brock had already seen her mostly naked, weighing more than she did now. And since they’d decided to hook up tonight he’d made her feel nothing but special and wanted. She could trust him.

Maybe that was what had made her want to hook up with him again? The knowledge that this guy enjoyed what she had to offer and would allow her to take what she wanted in return.

With Brock, she wanted it all.

Every delectable inch of him.

He lifted her ankles one at a time so she could step out of her panties, then nudged her knees further apart. His fingertips skimmed the inside of her thighs in the barest of butterfly caresses before he spread her apart and swiped at her clit with his tongue.

All her doubts from a moment ago fled as he lapped at her, his skilful tongue exerting the right pressure, sending desire spiralling through her. Her pulse hammered as he slid a finger inside her, then another, circling her clit with the tip of histongue until all sensation centred on him—his fingers pushing inside her, filling her, while his tongue effectively blanked her mind with its ministrations.

When he slid a third finger inside her and curled them forward to hit the sensitive nub, she felt the beginnings of a soul-destroying orgasm clawing at her. Her hips took on a life of their own as he hit her hot spots repeatedly with his fingers and his tongue until the pleasure peaked and she yelled out his name.

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