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“All night,” she said breathlessly as I pulled the fabric down her legs. “Emilia is spending the night with Cole and Alex.”

I pulled back, searching her eyes. “And did you tell him you were coming over here?”

“No,” she whispered, reaching up to force me to face her. “I wanted to. It almost slipped out, but I needed you there with me. I would never tell him about us without talking to you first.” Her shoulder sank. “I think we should, though. Tell Cole, I mean. This secret is eating away at me, and I don’t want to hide us from anyone.”

“Then we’ll tell him tomorrow.” I lifted her hand, kissing her palm before placing it on the spot above my heart. “No matter what happens with Cole, remember—I’m yours.”

“I’m yours,” Victoria repeated as she lifted herself off the counter. She reached out and unbuckled my jeans so fast, it almost knocked me on my ass when she palmed my length through my briefs. “Now, get these off and join me in the shower. You have some proving to do, mister.”

I cursed as she slipped behind the white, gauzy curtain and turned on the shower. I watched for a moment, studying her outline through the fog and fabric. As her hands soaped up her body, I was done waiting. Those needed to be my hands caressing her supple skin.

My shirt came flying off as I dropped my jeans and boxers into the same pile as her clothes, scurrying in like a man on fire. She chuckled as I filled the space behind her. “Damn, Rice. In a hurry?”

“To get another taste of you?” I chuckled, guiding her against the far wall. “You’re damn right I am.”

I pressed her front into the tiles, the water spray hitting her back. I watched for a moment as the rivulets of watercurved against her perfect ass, making my cock even harder. I needed to be inside this woman, needed to feel when she came to life around me. However, I’d promised her I’d take my taste, and there was no way I was missing that now.

I lifted her right leg onto the edge of the tub as I sank to my knees, angling her hips so I could trace her core with my tongue. She shuddered at that first light brush. My girl liked those soft moments, but she got off so much harder when she took control.

With that thought, I reached up and shifted her hips so she was facing me, placing her legs on my shoulders. The water made everything a little more slippery, but I didn’t care. Not when my girl’s pussy was in front of my face and her hands were gripping my hair to death.

“Something you want, baby?” I chuckled as I teased her thighs.

Victoria glared down at me, increasing her grip on my hair. “You wanted a taste, so do it, Adam. Do not make me ask you again.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I chuckled as I dove into her, letting my tongue feverishly lick every inch of her pussy. There was nothing more I wanted than to take my time, but the way Victoria was squirming right above me made it difficult. For every moan, I wanted another. I wanted her to rip my damn hair out of my head.

“I need more,” she cried, staring down at me like I was bringing her to life. I lifted my fingers, not giving her any warning before spearing her with two. As they dragged along her walls, I continued to lick and suck her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

When she came, it was a work of art, watching her try to find purchase on the slippery shower tiles. She had nothing to grasp at but me, and I loved every mark she left on myskin. I continued to work her through her high, only letting her feet back on the ground once I knew she was stable. As I climbed back to my feet, she lifted onto her toes, kissing me with reckless abandon.

God, this girl was my everything, the pure reason for the breath in my lungs. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to make sure she was always this content, always this satisfied.

But as she lowered to her knees for me, I stopped her, pulling her back into my arms. “Not yet, baby.” Her face furrowed in surprise, but before she could protest, I explained. “You said we have all night, right?”

“Yeah…” she answered. “I don’t have to pick up Emilia until eight tomorrow.”

“Good,” I sighed. “Because as much as I love your mouth, there’s something else I need even more.” I passed her the body wash and motioned for her to turn around so I could scrub her back. I leaned in to whisper in her ear. “You ready for me to fuck you, baby?”

“Yes,” she shuddered. “So ready.”

“Then finish up. I’ve got plans for you, and we’re going to need more room than this shower for what I have in mind.”

THIRTY-THREE

Anticipation filled me as I walked into Adam’s bedroom, the towel he placed around me still warm from the dryer. This was the reason I came over. I wanted him to have every part of me. Still, I couldn’t hide that tiny shred of nerves that came over me as I looked down at his bed.

As if he could feel my rising apprehension, Adam stepped out from behind me and sat down on the mattress. His chest was bare, and all that covered his body was a similar white terry cloth towel wrapped around his hips. He reached out and took my hand, intertwining our fingers. “If you want to stop–”

“I don’t,” I insisted, even though my body was starting to tremble. “I guess I’m just nervous.”

“Nervous?” Adam said, pulling back to search my face.

I nodded, heat and embarrassment flushing my cheeks. “I’ve only been with one other person. And you’ve been with–”

“More than that,” Adam answered for me.

“What if I’m not good at this?” I said, forcing the words out of my mouth. Even though I hated how vulnerable theymade me feel, something about Adam made me want to give them to him anyway. Instinctively, I knew he’d never judge me, never make me feel like less because I wasn’t as experienced as him.

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