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He plunges his fingers faster and curls them for the first time. I yelp. “Ahh.” Unable to form a thought, I stay in the moment, enjoying his long, calloused fingers.

“Tell me how far, and I’ll give you as many orgasms as your body can take.”

Breathing heavy, I say, “Ten minutes.”

“Good girl.”

He switches his hand to my ass, and now his thumb is on my puckered hole while his long fingers enter me once again. My legs shake. “Bry… Bryce.”

“Come on my hand, Rusti. And when you do, I’ll let you have a taste.”

With his words, I come and come until he pulls his fingers out and drizzles the sweet nectar over my lips and commands, “Close your mouth and suck.”

Usually, I consider myself a leader but right now, I would follow this man anywhere for anything.

Want to watch paint dry? Sure.

Thrusting his finger in and out of my mouth, he watches intently and slows the slide.

“Let’s go.” The words come out in syllables scraping against sandpaper.

He laces his hand in mine and rushes me out the back to his Porsche. I’m no stranger to expensive sports cars, but he’s a big man, and I’m not a small woman.

This ride is bound to break the spell, right?

Peeling out of the parking lot, he pushes my dress to my hips and caresses my thigh. Lord, he’s not even touching my center, but I feel an orgasm slowly building. Not from passion but from the tenderness his fingers possess as he skates over my skin and the eagerness in his caress.

I pull up my GPS since I’ve only lived here a few weeks, and the screen says to turn, but the lady isn’t saying anything. I yell, “Turn, turn, turn.”

“Where? Left or right?”

“Left. Why isn’t she talking?”

“Did you turn the volume down since you were on a date?”

Date. A date with Bryce Wynward.

It sounds so fucking good.

After I turn up the volume, and the AI voice tells him to take the roundabout, he swerves like a maniac. I wonder if he even has his driver’s license. My leg must be distracting him.

He shifts into park and cuts the engine.

Phew.

Made it home.

Now let’s hope he hasn’t changed his mind.

Bryce exits the car and opens my door before I’ve picked up my clutch.

“You owe me dessert, Rusti.”

chapter 17

BRYCE

“I’m confused,”she says as she bites her plump bottom lip. “Who’s eating the dessert?” A seductive grin washes over her face. She’s so damn beautiful, and I don’t think she’s aware just how much she turns me on. That black dress reveals her bare shoulders, then it descends into a V-shape, giving me a peek into her full breasts. God, I can’t wait for her tits to bounce and slap together.

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