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When his touch travels lower, dipping between my legs, I remember why I came in here in the first place--something I've been dying to do since Lara convinced me to add it to the list.

It's my turn. I'm addicted to the idea of giving him pleasure as much as receiving it.

I place one hand on his chest, stopping him. His eyebrows knit together in confusion.

"There's something I want from you and I need it now." My fist wraps around his length, forcing a hiss from him. "I'm sick of seeing you over a screen--of not being able to touch you."

"Jesus, Vi," he groans my name as my thumb sweeps over the head of his cock, taking the glistening bead with it. I pump again, mesmerized as another forms. Without a second thought, I kneel at his feet, kissing his tip before the shower can steal away the taste I crave.

Looking up at him from beneath my lashes, my tongue darts out, finding his salty flavor. Like a match strike, his body shudders and his teeth grit. I can see his control slipping with each lap of my tongue against his hot skin.

"Did you come in here because you want me to fill this pretty mouth?"

"Yes."

A strangled sound starts in his chest, and his hand reaches out to brush my damp hair from my face. "Because you want to, or because you feel like you have to?"

It's a question no one ever asked me before and it confirms that he's nothing like my past partners.

"Because I need you."

"Then let me ask you this: Do you want to be in control, or be controlled?"

Fire sparks low in my belly at that. I let my hands drop to my lap and sit back on my heels, considering the choice.

I hadn't given much thought to how I would do this, I only knew that I needed to taste him. Needed to see him come apart at my hands the same way I did at his. That I neededhim.

He wraps a hand in my hair, forcing my head up to him and giving me a small taste of what it could be like. "I need your words here, sweetheart. If you want me to fuck this throat, you have to say it. But no matter how you take my cock, you're always in control."

The feral look in his eyes seals it for me. This isn't about my confidence--I know how to give head. But I've never trusted anyone the way I trust Xavier. I want him like this, on the edge of restraint, with heat in his gaze as he looks down at me, his hand wrapped tightly around the base of his straining cock.

"Use my mouth. Make me gag on you." It might have been the boldest thing I've ever said to a man, but I mean it with my whole body.

Chapter 33

Xavier

From head to toe, Vivienne is even more stunning than I could have imagined. The makeup that's always perfectly placed is blurring from the spray around us. Somehow, it makes her even more remarkable. But knowing what's waiting lower . . . my eyes start wandering south. Not seeing Vivi naked yet is my only regret about taking things as slow as we are.

She's at my feet, bare for me, leaving me no choice but to drink in every inch of her. A gun to my head couldn't make me pick a favorite part of her body. From the flare of her hips as she rests back on her heels, to the heavy swell of her breasts and tight nipples that tip them, every part of her makes me harder than the last.

She's such a potent mix of submissive and demanding. Hands on her knees with her lips parted, my hand wraps around her long hair, tilting her head back. There's a primal longing in her that shoots straight through me. She confirms it when she tells me, without an ounce of questioning, exactly what she needs. "Use my mouth. Make me gag on you."

And that's the point of this whole thing--giving Vivienne control of her own sexual experiences. If she wants her mouth filled, I'll give her that.

Fuck. With her at my feet, those big green eyes pleading, there's not much I won't do for her. Pride swells in my chest at the undeniable truth--she couldn't resist seeking me out. She was here for work and I made this polished, poised woman shed her professional shell. All so I could ruin her in the best way.

"Say please," I demand, feeding into the fantasy we're building

together.

"Please, fuck my mouth."

"Are you going to swallow down every drop of cum I give you, like the perfect little slut this list has turned you into?"

"Y--yes." One word breaks me. I tighten my hand in her hair, stepping closer, running the tip of my painfully hard cock over her lips.

"And if you want me to stop?"

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