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“Okay,” I whisper. “But just remember that you asked for it.” I remove my hand from her leg, brush over her clit once more for funsies, and grip her by the neck. I feel her throat bob beneath my palm, and when she turns her face to mine, I claim it.

The kiss is just as intense as it was the other night. Only, this time, I don’t hold back. I move my mouth against hers, and my tongue plunges inside further with each brush against hers. I’m blinded by how overwhelming it is to kiss her, and I wonder how I’ll ever be able to move on from it.

Taytum breaks away after I nip her lip. “Fi–fine.”

My world stops spinning. I blink a few times to ground myself. “What was that?”

“You win. I’ll talk…just put me out of my misery.”

Her shaky fingers land on my wrist, and she pulls it from the grip I have on her neck. I let her lead it over her soft skin to land between her legs.

I’m going to hell.

It’s hard to force the question out, because I’m afraid of her answer, but I do it anyway. “So, youdoneed me to get you off?”

I wait nervously for her answer, fully prepared for her to come to her senses and push me away, but instead, she nods.I shift in surprise, and the bright glow from the window shines along her face, showing me how desperate she is. Her long eyelashes flutter with a vulnerability that I rarely see, but doesn’t she know that I'd give her my life if she asked for it?

“I can’t do it.”

“Can’t do what?” I ask.

She glances away. “Every time I try to get off, I can’t finish, and it’s all your fault.” Her bottom lip juts forward. “You messed me up the other night, and now all I can think about is you.”

Ah, hell.

“I really wish you wouldn’t have said that.”

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. “Why?”

“Because now I’m about to fucking devour you.”

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TAYTUM

The longer Fordtoys with me, the greedier I become. It isn’t long before I’m desperate for his touch and crave to have some sort of release. We both know that, come morning, we will likely never be allowed in a room alone together again, but right now, my brother could be banging on the door, and I’d still beg Ford to touch me.

He peels my fingers from the grip I have on his wrist and pushes both of my arms up above my head. The oversized t-shirt I’m wearing is pushed up high enough that Ford can probably see the bottom of my breasts, and I want to arch my back further just so he can get a full view. I don’t just want him to get me off; I want him to do exactly what he threatened.

I want him to devour me.

I want him to touch every single part of me, even if I know we’ll both regret it later.

“Keep your hands there,” he demands. “If you need me to get you off, I don’t want your help.”

I inhale sharply, but for once, I do as he says. The backs of my arms press into the pillow that my head rests on, and I curvetoward him when he climbs on top of me. He shoves my shirt up higher, and the cool air brushes over my sensitive nipples before they’re suddenly covered in warmth. He pinches one with his hand while his mouth sucks on the other, and I whimper softly. He shifts and does the same thing to the opposite side, and I hold my breath.

“Breathe, Tay,” he whispers before placing a soft kiss in between my breasts.

The way his hands grip my body sends me into a frenzy. I’m twisted and knotted in every way possible.

Ford hovers above me, and I stare at his sexy smirk. “Let’s see how many times I can get you off, shall we?” His raspy chuckle vibrates against me. “Surely it won’t be anywhere near the number of times I've imagined it, though.”

I flutter when he rubs against my clit. I’m already spiraling, and part of me feels like I should be embarrassed at how turned on I am, but I can’t seem to find it in me to care. There’s a deep need rooted inside of me that wants to make him proud by how many times I get off for him.

Wait, what?

Ford repeats the action over and over again, continuing to rub against the most sensitive part of my body. I shut my eyes when he glides the same finger inside, and I swear the room sways.

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