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“That’s okay, you don’t have to?—”

“You don’t understand.” I lock eyes with her so she can see how desperate I am. “I need to.” My hand slides into her open jeans and down the front of her panties. “I have to know what it looks like, what it sounds like.” My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest when my fingers find her warm center soaking wet. “Fuck, I have to know what it tastes like.”

I take my hand out and quickly lick it off before shoving it back into her panties.

“Oh my god, Devin,” she moans as her hips rock and I push two fingers into her pussy. “That feels so good.” She blinks at me like she can’t believe it.

“So fucking tight,” I grit out as I rub the heel of my hand against her clit. “First time you’ve had a man in here, isn’t it?”

The glow of the Christmas lights lets me see her blush burn across her cheeks. Her lips part, but no sound comes out before she nods.

“That’s all right, bunny, I’m here now and I’m going to make myself at home.” My fingers flex inside of her tight hole, and the whimper that escapes her is needy. “Let me feel it. Show me what it looks like when you cum.”

“Devin.” My name ends in a gasp as her eyes close and her hips rock forward.

“There’s my good girl.”

She cums with a high-pitched shout as I hold her close and keep rubbing the heel of my palm on her clit. It drags out the pleasure, and as she starts to come down, I press my lips to hers and kiss her like it might be our last.

Although my cock is still hard and ready, there’s a sense of release in my chest. Giving her this, making her feel good, has somehow made me feel whole.

A man could get used to this.

Chapter Eleven

JOY

“Are you sure you don’t want any help?” I ask as he brings in another armful of bags from the backseat of his truck. I knew we'd gotten a lot of stuff, but whoa. I might have taken it too far.

“Keep your cute ass in the house,” he orders.

“Okay,” I agree with a smile. I’m sitting on the bench right by the entryway, and I don’t mind watching the man work. I should go make dinner, but I don’t want to take my eyes off him. Eventually he brings the last of it in, and I shut the door behind him. “There, I helped,” I joke, turning around.

Devin is right there, so close I almost run into him. “You more than helped, bunny.” He leans down and kisses me.

I'm still in shock at what we did in his truck. I was so engrossed in the moment that I would have allowed him to do whatever he wanted. Who am I kidding? I’m of sane mind right now, and he could do anything to me and I wouldn’t protest.

“Maybe I should start dinner?” I say when his lips move to my neck.

“I know what I want to eat.” Devin grabs my ass and squeezes.

"You're terrible." I playfully smack his chest.

"Are you saying I can't eat you?" He looks at me with hungry eyes and a challenging smirk.

I swipe my tongue across my bottom lip, wanting to taste him. "I never said that."

"Good girl." He releases his grip on my ass, then lightly smacks it, causing me to jump.

"Hey, I thought spankings were for being bad."

"Oh bunny, they can be for when you're good, too."

I laugh, enjoying this playful nature that has fallen over us. I think it's always been there, but I was seeing it wrong. In the beginning I immediately developed a crush on him, which made me guard my heart. I heard Devin could be standoffish, and I didn't think he and I ever had a chance. It never occurred to me that he could be teasing and flirting with me.

“I’ll have to remember that.” I smirk up at him. I love how his eyes get soft when he watches me.

“No need to remember. You’ll feel it.”

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