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He chuckles lowly, and immediately, I know that I’m in for one hell of a time. He lifts me off his lap effortlessly, then pulls me closer until I’m sitting on his chest. My eyes widen the moment I realize what he wants me to do, and I’m a bit hesitant. I’ve never done it.

“Come on, bunny,’’ he mumbles. “Sit on my face. I want to eat that sweet pussy until you come directly in my mouth.’’

Shivers of pleasure rush through my body, and I lift myself, positioning right above his mouth. He doesn’t waste a second, grabbing me by the hips and slamming me down on his face. His tongue starts working, stroking and lapping up the juices that don’t seem to be stopping anytime soon.

When I look down, I’m met with the most erotic, sensual scene that I’ll ever see.

All I can see are Cove’s eyes. The longer he stares up at me, the more that the desire grows in the intense gaze. His eyes darken a shade, my breathing becomes labored, and I’m at a loss for words. Slowly, almost reluctantly, I grip his hair and start moving.

Cove moans.

He fucking moans.

My eyes roll to the back of my head in pure bliss, my hips moving on his face on their own accord. His tongue flicks over my entire pussy, then teases my entrance a couple of times, not even once pushing in.

Cove sucks in my clit, flicking it with his tongue, before releasing it. Heat spreads through my body, my cheeks flushed in a rosy shade, my lips parted. I can’t control the volume of my moans, the intensity of having Cove lying beneath me, eating me like I’m the most delicious meal he’s ever had.

“You taste so fucking good,’’ he grunts against my flesh, not stopping the movements of his tongue. “Like the maddest obsession, like the perfect drug.’’

My hold on his hair intensifies, and I can’t stop riding his face. My eyes close, allowing myself to feel the way he’s tasting, sucking, and lapping up all of my juices. The orgasm starts building in the pit of my stomach, the overwhelming sensations causing my legs to shake and tremble.

“Cove, I’m gonna come,’’ I whisper, my chest swelling with pleasure.

“Come on my tongue, bunny. Let me taste you and clean up the mess I created.’’

His words send me over the edge, and a big orgasm ripples through my body. He holds me hostage against his face as I come, his name leaving my lips, my scream filling the bedroom.

He drinks every single drop I have to offer, then thoroughly cleans me the moment I’m done. Gently, I get off him and just sit next to him, eyes wide a little, my cheeks still red, half from the excitement, half from the embarrassment.

I take a moment to catch my breath, looking at the messy state of his face. He takes off his shirt, wiping the corners of his mouth with the fabric, then tosses it aside. His muscular body is right in my view, and I lick my lips. I’m so close to jumping on him and sucking his gorgeous chest.

“Your staring habits are getting out of hand, bunny,’’ Cove muses.

My eyes snap to his, and I give him a smile. “What can I say? You’re too handsome not to look at.’’

He laughs, then pulls me to lie next to him. “I’m glad you think so, bunny.’’

I don’t stop myself when my hand reaches up to grope his chest. He doesn’t protest, either, but his body vibrates from silent laughter.

Swiftly, he pins me beneath him, holding my hands above my head with one hand, his other hand coming to cup my cheek. “I’m not done with you just yet, bunny.’’

CHAPTER FORTY

The VIP section of the club is soundproof; hence, the loud music from the dance floor doesn’t reach my ears. I’m standing in the corner, observing the people in the room and drinking some whiskey, remaining silent until it’s needed for me to speak.

Aria looks so fucking good.

Her dress barely covers her ass, and there’s a slit on the sides where her ribs are, with small bows connecting the front fabric to the back one. She isn’t looking at me, and that’s pissing me off. It’s taking me all my willpower not to rip her clothes off and fuck her against the glass windows.

I can’t do that because Arlo and Blair would get a heart attack. Or worse, they’d kill me while I am balls deep into Aria. Either way, neither of them seems to be paying any attention to my very obvious eye-fucking with Aria.

Arlo pulls out the card deck, turns the timer on, and starts shuffling the cards. Blair’s by his side, dressed like a candy store threw up all over her. With closed eyes, Arlo focuses on shuffling, the cards quickly moving in his hands.

The tension in the air is suffocating.

Arlo and Aria aren’t speaking.

Whenever they get into an argument, it’s Blair that does damage control and tries to get them to make up quicker. The fact that she’s choosing not to meddle just means that the issue is too big for her to fix. And it is.

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