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His hands tighten in my hair as his groans get deeper. I can tell he’s close now. My hand moves faster on my clit. I’m close too…

I squeeze the base of his shaft with a firm grip and push himdeepinto my mouth—as deep as I can take. My eyes water as I feel his shaft pulsing against my tongue.

He cries out, his deep voice vibrating through me as he cums hard, streams of hot cum filling my mouth. I moan as I swallow it all down, feeling it warming the inside of my chest.

Seeing him unravel and knowing I’m the reason he’s losing control, pushes me over the edge and I cum hard, heat bursting inside me and drowning my senses in intense beautiful pleasure. I cling to the base of Graham’s hard dick, holding him in my mouth as my sex pulses around my fingers, sending bliss shooting down to my curled toes.

My legs are trembling when the heat finally dissipates. I’m shaken all over as I let go of his cock and look up at him shyly.

I feel a sense of satisfaction unlike anything I’ve ever known before. As he leans heavily against the wall, his breathing ragged, I press a soft kiss on his cock and look up at him.His gaze is heavy-lidded, but when he meets my eyes, there’s something raw and vulnerable there that makes my chest ache.

I’m really in deep now…

I pull my hand out from between my legs and my fingers are coated in my cream. Graham takes my arm and pulls me to my feet. He grabs my wrist in a firm grip and gazes into my eyes as he pulls my hand to his mouth.

“Mmmmmmm,” he moans as he sucks on my fingers, tasting my juices. It’s so intimate and dirty and sexy all at the same time that a whimper escapes my throat as I watch.

This man is so intoxicating. I’m already addicted. We haven’t even had our first date and there’s no hesitation, no question. In this moment, I’m his—body, heart, and soul.

I belong to him.

And he belongs to me.

“So far, I’m loving this date,” he says with a grin.

I drop my forehead onto his bare chest and shake my head, laughing. I can’t believe I just did that. I had told myself that no matter what, I wouldn’t put out after dinner, but I guess in a way, I kept my word. I put outbeforedinner.

And there’s no doubt in my mind that I’ll probably put out after dinner too.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Graham

Itake Cara’s hand as we step into the restaurant. I love everything about this girl—the lilac smell of her perfume, the soft feel of her skin, the adorable way she looks at me, the energizing feeling of walking into a place and having everyone know she’s mine. I can’t get enough. I’ll never get tired of any of this.

My pulse races as I hold the door open for her and watch her walk in. That ass… This woman is going to be the death of me. I don’t know how much more my heart can take before it gives out completely.

It took so much effort to hold myself back from ripping that beautiful dress to pieces back at her place. Every cell in my body was screaming at me to throw her over my shoulder, carry her to the bedroom, spread her thighs nice and wide, and bury every thick inch of my raging cock into her tight wet heat. The restraint it took was enough to kill most men. I’m still shaken by it.

I just kept telling myself that the night was still young. To be patient. To go slow. But it was hard. It was so fucking hard.

I step into the restaurant after my girl and hook my arm around hers. A deep sense of pride fills me up as people turn and look at us. The boastful part of me wants to show her off to the whole world, but the possessive part wants to keep her all to myself.

“What a nice place,” she says as she looks around with a smile. “I’ve been wanting to try it out but I had no one to come with.”

I’ve been here too many times to count, but I’m seeing it again for the first time through her eyes. Jack Jameson’s Bar and Grill is the place to be in the Greene Mountains. It’s lively but not too overwhelming, making it a perfect spot for a first date. It’s the kind of place where you can grab a drink and laugh without shouting over the music, and the food is phenomenal.

“Hi, Chief West,” the hostess says, smiling brightly at me. I think she’s Stan Easton’s daughter if I recall correctly. I put out a fire on their ranch a few years ago when one of his tractors burst into flames. “Do you have a reservation?”

“I did, but we’re a little late,” I say, flashing a grin at my sexy date.

“Unfortunately, we had to give your table away. I’m not supposed to do this, but… Hold on, give me a minute.”

She disappears into the dining room to help me out.

“Oops,” Cara says, trying not to laugh. “Sorry to make us late for our reservation.”

“You think I regret anything?” I ask with my eyebrow raised.

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