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“You want to come?” He takes his mouth off my nipple long enough to ask, then ducks his head again.

I’m whimpering. It sounds almost like I’m crying, I’m that far gone out of my own mind.

“Beg,” he says, another pause in the nipple action.

“Please.Pleeaase.”

“Tell me what you’ll do if I make you come.”

“I’ll make you come. I’ll suck you. I’ll fuck you. I’ll—I’ll do anything. Anything you want me to do.”

A look crosses Chase’s face—and I get that rich, obscene thrill that I get from giving him pleasure. I’d do anything for that look. I open my mouth to promise more dirty things.

“Come camping with me.”

“What?” It was so not what I expected him to say.

“Come camping with me.”

“I don’tcamp.”

He removes his mouth from my nipple. His cock from my clit. His finger from my pussy. He says, “Sure you do.”

My muscles contract on emptiness and my nipples are cold from where he licked them. There’s a fine burn in the deepest part of my belly that’s already begging. “Fine. Whatever. I’ll camp. Just make me come.”

He gives me an absurdly triumphant look, then lines himself up again, and presses in. Slowly, so slowly. Farther and farther until he is buried to the hilt, and then he jacks his hips another half-centimeter, stroking his pubic bone over mine, and I come in such a rush that I almost pass out.

“Fuck!” he says, and his cock, already filling me so perfectly that I want to remember this moment forever, throbs and pulses while he throws his head back and closes his eyes and follows me over.

Chapter 26

Chase

“You were kidding, right?” Liv whispers, after I’ve gotten up and thrown away the condom and come back to bed. She’s lying in my arms, warm and relaxed, and I’m absurdly happy.

“About?”

“The camping.” She scootches away from me so she can scrutinize my face.

“Dead serious.”

“You can’t seriously hold me to something I said when I was that out of my mind.” She sounds genuinely alarmed, which makes me laugh.

“You promised. If I made you come, you’d do whatever I asked you to.”

“I know, but we both know I meant, like, sexual stuff, favors, and I’m totally good for all that, any of that—”

I filethataway for later, grinning.

“—but notcamping.”

“Holding you to it.”

She buries her face in her hands. I feel a tiny bit sorry for her, and a lot triumphant. She raises her head. “Chase. You know me. You know I can’t start the day without three cups of coffee and a hot shower. You know I don’t go out in public unless I’ve had an hour and a half to do my hair and my makeup. You know I don’t get dirty—”

I have many, many things to say about that, but I stick to the topic at hand. “Unless there’s a kid involved,” I point out. “I’ve seen you get all kinds of dirty doing craft projects and making mud pies.”

“This is different. This involves not sleeping in a bed.”

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