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“There’s more to meet. I was in a club up in Wyoming. Grew up with a lot of those men. Some of them are here today, but you’ll meet more of them one day.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” she said with a smile. She was rubbing her hands up and down her thighs.

My eyes dropped to the movement and stayed there, watching her fingers brush over her skin. With each swipe the end of her dress was creeping upward. “What are you wearing under that, Lightning?”

Silence met my question, so I glanced up. One brow arched up at the look on her face. I’d had every intention of being a goddamn gentleman tonight because the majority of my family was outside, partying.

Didn’t seem like that was what my old lady wanted from me, however. I had no problem with that. It was going to make it a hell of a lot easier to get through the rest of the night, in fact. Watching her socializing with my family while she walked around in that damn dress was killing me. Not anymore.

CHAPTER 32

Toxic

Aslow grin spread over Billie’s face at my question. There was a wickedness in her eyes that I’d come to recognize.

I prowled across the room until I was standing over her, forcing her to tilt her head back so she could see me. I lifted the bottom of the dress and growled deep in my throat. Her panties were a soft pink lace. She was fucking gorgeous. Her nipples were hard, pushing against the material of her dress, just begging to be sucked on.

We still had a lot to talk about. I needed to get to the bottom of why she said she had trust issues. But that could wait. Tonight wasn’t the time to have that conversation. And right now, all I wanted to do was make her melt into a puddle of satisfaction.

My eyes dropped back down to those lacy little panties that I just wanted to rip off her so I could shove my face into her bare pussy.

She laid back on my bed and rucked her dress up a little higher, baring more of her pussy to my gaze. I let out a rumble of pleasure. Then she did something that blew my mind. Holding my gaze, she spread her legs open for me.

Fuck. She was the perfect little tease.

Reaching out, I stroked the front of her underwear, then gripped the edge, pulling them out of the way. I bent and licked her pussy, smiling as she moaned.

She tasted amazing. I wasn’t going to waste time going slow. Dropping down onto my knees, I buried my face in between her thighs. I could die a happy man, right here. Squeezing the fabric in my hand, I yanked, tearing her delicate lacy panties off her body.

“Toxic!” she gasped. pushing up on her elbows so she could glare down at me. I didn’t bother to lift my head, just my eyes and met her gaze. “I needed to wear those for the rest of the night,” she hissed at me.

My dick kicked behind my zipper at the thought of her bare under that little dress for the rest of the night. I was a lucky bastard, that was for sure. Because now she was mine. “Too bad,” I muttered against her core.

She huffed out a breath of both agitation and pleasure, but she dropped back down to the mattress without arguing. It was too late anyway.

Her little protests didn’t even faze me. I went back to working her body, wanting her to get so high that she never came down again. I didn’t stop until I had her writhing on the bed, moaning my name, begging for her release. I tongued her clit, my finger tracing her pussy before delving inside. Seeing how many sounds I could wring out of her was my goal. So I kept her teetering on the edge, not allowing her to orgasm.

“Ah!” she cried out. “Let me come.”

She’d caught onto my game. I chuckled when she lifted her thighs and squeezed my head between them. I turned my head and nipped her thigh. She cursed, then let her legs fall open again. I moved forward enough that my wide shoulders kept her from pulling that little stunt again. “You’re mine, Billie,” I said, giving her clit a soft bite. Her sharp inhale was like a fucking aphrodisiac. My cock was spilling pre-cum into my damn boxers, ready to get inside her. “Isay when you get to come.”

“I had no idea you were so controlling,” she huffed.

“You should have,” I replied, lifting my head and grinning at her. My beard was soaked with her wetness.

“You’re right,” she countered. “You’ve been ordering me around since you showed up on my ranch.”

I didn’t bother to argue, just dropped my head to continue eating her out. Slipping two fingers inside her, I curled them and rubbed over that magic little spot that made her moan and squirm.

“Yes! Oh my God. There. Yes!”

“Like that, Sweet Girl?” I asked.

“Don’t be a jerk!” She lifted her head to glare at me. The heat in her eyes only served to fuel my hunger for her. “Don’t stop,” she added.

“Tell me what you need, Baby,” I demanded. My fingers moved faster. “Give me what I want.”

“You know!”

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