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“Yeah.”

“How come I didn’t notice them?” The question sounds more like an accusation.

“You were a bit preoccupied with getting me out of my clothes.”

She pinches my nipple. “Why didn’t you tell me then?” Her eyes go wide with horror and her voice drops to a whisper. “I was loud last night.”

“They were probably asleep already.”

They weren’t. I heard voices when we got back but chose to ignore them for obvious reasons.

She gives me a look.

“Honey.” I take her hand and kiss the back of the one with the ring on it. “The only people who slept over last night are ourclosest friends. No one will be upset with you for enjoying my ability to give you multiples.”

She gives me a look I’m entirely too familiar with, and it immediately makes me hard. “If you’d told me, I wouldn’t have been so…vocal.”

“I’m sorry.”

She purses her plush lips. “You’re not even a little sorry.”

I shake my head and then change it to a nod. “Okay, that was a lie. I’m not sorry that I fucked you the way I did, but I am sorry that you’re maybe a little upset with me for not spoiling the surprise.” I can’t resist those lips, so I don’t even try.

“What are you doing?”

“Apologizing.” I wrap my arm around her again. “With my lips.”

She softens and parts for me when I stroke the seam of her mouth. Her hands slide up my arms, pausing to squeeze my biceps for a moment before they continue to my shoulders. Her nails dig in as our tongues tangle, and she makes a small plaintive sound, like she’s annoyed with herself for enjoying it. Which makes sense, since there’s a pretty solid chance our friends heard her screaming my name last night. To be fair, in the moment I’d been too focused on how unbelievable it was to finally be inside the woman I’d been pining over for the past decade to worry about what they could or couldn’t hear.

When my hard-on pokes her in the stomach, she puts her hands on my chest to prevent me from claiming her mouth again. She glances between us, a sly smile curving her lips as she drags her nails down my chest. I watch her hand slide under the waistband of my boxer briefs and her gloriously warm, soft palm circle my erection.

She regards me with a knowing look. “Does irritating me excite you?”

“Everything about you excites me.” It’s the truth.

“Hmm… That’s a vague, safe answer.” Wills sinks to her knees on the wooden floor and frees my erection. “Be a good boy and push your boxers down, Dallas.”

Our friends can definitely wait. I’d like to ask her to take her shirt off. I’d also like to offer her a pillow so she’s not kneeling on the floor, but then she’d have to stop touching me.

Her tongue drags across her bottom lip, and she leans in. Her warm exhalation breaks across the head. My cock kicks in her fist. I groan as she turns her head and rubs her cheek against the shaft. There’s something so intensely sexy about seeing this badass, take-no-shit woman on her knees, nuzzling my cock like a happy cat. I want to bury my face between her thighs and make her come for hours as a thank you for being so amazing.

“You are so damn beautiful,” I grind out.

“Are you going to do exactly what I say?”

Anything.I love when she’s bossy. “Yes, Wills. Whatever you want. You can have it.”

Her lips brush over the tip, and my knees nearly buckle. “Too bad you didn’t tell me to temper my enthusiasm last night, otherwise I’d be inclined to help you with your problem.” She presses her lips against the head and then parts them, her actions contradicting her words as she applies brain-melting suction. The head disappears between her lips, and she swirls her tongue.

I almost embarrass the shit out of myself and come on the spot. One second her lips are wrapped around the head of my cock, and the next she’s tucking it back into my boxers and pushing to her feet.

“Why are you stopping?”

“Everyone’s out there waiting.” She pats me on the chest. “Don’t worry. My mouth isn’t going anywhere, and this will give you time to think about all the ways I’m going to use it on you later. A little punishment never hurt anyone. We should get dressed and go say hi to our friends.” She pinches my ass and tosses a saucy wink over her shoulder as she disappears into the bathroom and flips the lock.

CHAPTER 32

DALLAS

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