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“Stop talking and start doing.” She shimmies out of her panties and drops them on the floor, then grabs my hand and guides it between her thighs.

“So fucking bossy.” I bite the edge of her jaw. “I love it.”

I brush my fingers over her sex and slip one between her folds, skimming her swollen clit. “So wet.” I slide my other hand into her hair and curl my fingers. Then I lean back, lips hovering an inch away from her mouth as I ease a single finger inside her. “So soft. So perfect.”

Her eyes flutter shut on a sigh.

I withdraw my finger and circle her clit as I tug her hair. “Open your eyes, honey. I want them on me when I’m making you come.”

“Less talking, more finger-fucking, Dallas.”

“You mean like this?” I slide two fingers inside her and pump.

“Oh God.” She grips my wrist. “More of that.”

I curl again as she moves the fabric of her skirt out of the way. Her gaze drops to where my fingers disappear inside her.

“Such a pretty little pussy. You look so fucking good stretched around my fingers.”

“The shit that comes out of your mouth.” Her eyes roll up as I curl my fingers again.

“I bet you taste like honey, honey. Next time I’m going to fuck this sweet, tight pussy with my tongue.”

She gives me a look that doesn’t quite land since she also moans and rolls her hips. “Oh my God, stop running your mouth.”

I shake my head. “I can’t. You feel too good. So soft, and hot, and wet. I’m going to make this pussy weep for me.” My fingers make a liquid sound on the next curl. “I love that sound.”

“Seriously, Dallas.” Her legs are shaking and she tightens around my fingers. “Your mouth is a problem.”

“I think you like my dirty mouth more than you want to admit. But if you really want me to shut up, you have two options. You can let me taste this pretty pussy, or you can let me kiss your smart mouth.” I add a third finger. “The choice is yours, honey.”

She grabs the back of my neck, nails biting into my skin. “Oh God, that’s it.”

“Am I hitting the spot? You gonna let me see you fall apart?” I smirk at her annoyed expression. “I want my name on your lips when you’re creaming all over my hand.”

“Fuck it.” She tugs on the back of my neck.

I let her pull me forward until my lips almost touch hers. “You breaking your own rules?”

She growls. I slant my mouth over hers. She parts for me on the softest mewl. Her hips roll as my tongue pushes past her lips. I kiss her to the same rhythm as my fingers moving inside her. She’s perfect. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and right now she’s mine. Her pussy contracts around my fingers. I break the kiss so I can watch her unravel.

“So damn gorgeous, coming all over my fingers like a goddess.”

She quakes and shudders, eyes fluttering, nails biting into my skin as my name tumbles from her parted lips. She’s glorious,and now I’ll have this memory—skin flushed, surrounded by the scent of her, and the knowledge that I did this, I made her feel this way, made her moan my name, made her come, gave her what she needs.

She sags and softens, chest heaving. I wait until she opens her eyes before I withdraw my fingers, and I hold her gaze as I suck them clean. “So fucking good.” I groan.

Wills gapes at me. “Good God, Dallas, you’re depraved.”

“Next time, you’re sitting on my face.” I kiss her cheek. “I’ll see myself out. See you tomorrow night.” I wink, adjust my hard-on, and leave her in the kitchen, looking sated—and like she’s not opposed to the idea of my return.

CHAPTER 17

DALLAS

“I’ll take these. Can I also have them gift wrapped, please?”

“Absolutely, sir.” The woman behind the counter gives me a megawatt smile and retrieves her wrapping supplies.

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