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I laugh low in her ear. “There’s my good fucking girl. I’ll take care of you. Don’t you worry.”

“Thank god,” she whispers up to the ceiling as she presses that ass against my cock.

“You’re fucking welcome.” Doubling my efforts, I plunge deeper before sliding my fingers out and thrusting in again. We’re long past sweet and gentle. Her body is telling me everything I need to know, and she needs it hard and fast. I enter her roughly, again and again, finding her clit, stroking it in tandem as her cries increase.

“God,” she pleads.

“Yes, I’m right here, baby.”

Bringing my free hand up, I grip her neck offering her a squeeze, as I whisper, “Come for me. Let everyone hear what a good little whore you are.”

My words have the desired effect, her body quaking until she lets go, her cries joining with the music surrounding us.

I continue to stroke her through her orgasm, wringing out every ounce of pleasure I can until she sucks in a heaving breath, sagging against me. Pulling our hands from her silky heat, I move beside her, my ass against the railing, and suck my fingers into my mouth. Closing my eyes with a groan, I savor her taste as I lick each one clean.

“Mmm, even sweeter than I remember. I can’t wait to spread you out next time and bury my face in you.”

She’s too blissed out to decimate me with that tongue, so I press my luck. Dropping slowly to my knees, my hands wander up smooth legs and I take my time finding the smooth scrap of lace before sliding them down her shapely legs. Surprisingly, she steps out of them for me.

Bringing the soaking wet black lace to my nose, I inhale deeply, moaning a bit as I hold her gaze, her eyes wide.

“These are coming home with me, babycakes.” Readjusting her skirt, I drop a kiss to her pussy whispering, “Next time,” and stand to my full height before leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“Would you look at that? Your man is good for a lot of things. Just let me know when you’re ready for me to show you.” Giving her neck a bite, I step away before I bend her over and relieve my throbbing dick.

My words seem to have broken the spell, and she calls out to my retreating back, “Never.”

Twirling her panties around my finger, I throw over my shoulder. “I’m two for two. Your move.”

Whistling, I saunter into the darkness.

I knew tonight would be a good night.

CHAPTER SEVEN

LONDON

“Ilet him finger me,” I state matter of factly.

Silence.I’d shocked my best friend, Zuri, who has never met a word she didn’t love, into silence.

“Did you hear me? I let himfinger mein the goddamn club,” I say a little louder, turning up the volume on my phone to make sure she can hear me.

“I heard you. Give me a minute. I’m processing.”

We sit silently for a few minutes before her tinkle of laughter starts, first quietly then a full-on shrill beats my eardrums. Laughter is contagious, and I join in even though I have no idea what’s so funny. I have a good guess, but I need to hear it from her.

“Bitch!! What?” she finally screams.

We fall into another fit of laughter and I sigh.This.Yes, this is exactly what I need. I’ve clearly lost my mind.

My hand comes up to cover my mouth as I shake my head with a groan. “I know. Who am I?”

“A fucking lady! That’s who!” she exclaims.

“Such a fucking lady,” I join in.

She finally pulls it together, letting out a deep breath, before saying, “Okay. So, how was it? No, actually, my first question is, were his hands clean? God, LC, what the hell?”

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