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“Oxygen is overrated,” I murmur, continuing to lap up the arousal seeping out of her.

She laughs again before a moan takes over when I suck on her clit. “Fuck, that feels good. Oh God, I’m right there.”

I hook my fingers inside her, and she shatters. Her pussy convulses around me as she screams out my name, flooding my mouth and more with every drop of her pleasure.

And I don’t stop when she comes down. I keep pressing my tongue into her, taking absolutely everything she’ll give me.

“Cole!”

“Not done with you yet,” I utter, swiping her with my tongue. “Taste too fucking sweet.”

“Let me taste you then,” she whispers as she pushes on my shoulders, removing my face from the only place it wants to be. “Let me return the favor.”

“No,” I say, standing up and brushing my lips against hers, coating them in her own arousal. “If this is the only night I have with you, I’m spending as much time as I can inside you.”

Rory’s pupils are wide, her desire for me still evident.

“Take me to bed then, Cole.”

She kisses me as I loop my arms under her thighs and carry her to my bedroom.

“How could you carry me so easily?” she asks as I toss her on the bed. “I’m not that light.”

“I bench press more than you weigh, Starlight. That was nothing.”

Rory presses herself up on her elbows, staring at me ravenously. “God, you’re so fucking hot.”

Her smile is sinful as she watches me slide down the waistband of my joggers, letting them fall to the floor and kicking them to the side. I join her on the bed in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs with my erection proudly on display.

“See something you like, Fisher?” I ask as I climb on top of her.

“I see a lot that I like.” Her tone is so seductive. I can already tell I’m not going to last long. “Especially that lion.”

I laugh. “Guess I did end up taking my pants off for you. Last tattoo you needed to see.”

“I can’t see his eyes, though. They’re still covered.”

“You’re just trying to get me naked,” I smirk, leaning down and pressing a kiss on her neck. “I’ll oblige because I want you naked, too. I’m dying to see all of you.”

“You can still fuck me with a dress on.”

“I’ve fucked my fist too many times thinking about you splayed on my bed, completely bare. Need to see the real thing.”

“You might not like it.” Her voice wavers and I finally realize what she’s insinuating.

“Rory,” I say, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look into my eyes. “Why are you so worried about what a man thinks of you?”

“I’m not worried about other men,” she says quietly. “I’ve never worried about what other men thought. But I care what you think.”

I sigh and press myself into her hip. “Need I remind you just how sexy I find you, baby. My cock is so hard it hurts because ofyou. Because I’m more attracted to you than I’ve ever been to anyone else. I haven’t fucked anyone in over a year because no one measures up toyou.”I kiss her softly. “I’m not going to make you uncomfortable. If you want to keep the dress on, I’ll fuck you just like that. But just know that your naked body will be the sexiest thing I’ve seen. I’ve fantasized about it since I first ran into you at the stadium before I even knew who you were.”

Rory stares at me, mulling over my words before she kisses me deeply and pushes me off her.

I fall back on my legs, resting on the balls of my feet, as she sits up and slides off the fur vest she’s still wearing. She then reaches for the hem of her dress before slowly pulling it over her head, leaving her in nothing but a black lace bra.

She looks at me warily, clearly nervous about what I think. Words are hard to find as I take her in, but I won’t let her think I’m not still insanely attracted to her.

“Goddamn.” I shove my hand under the waistband of my boxers, giving my cock a few quick tugs, needing to feel some sort of friction. “Sexy. You are so damn sexy. My fantasies don’t do you justice.”

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