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"Now you do." Bee wraps her arms around my neck and presses her body against mine. "You've been busy." She looks around.

"Trying to keep occupied." I reply, my hands dipping lower against her hips. I give a little squeeze, trying hard not to overstep the bounds. Trying so hard.

"Maybe it's time for a break?" Her eyebrow goes up.

"Aren't they expecting you to go back with them?" I question knowing where this is already leading.

"No, they have a few other stores to hit up. They don't need me for that. I'm all yours."

All. Mine.

It's like the feral part of my brain completely takes over and I don't give a fuck about the bar or Sonny or any vandalism. All I can think about is her saying she's all mine.

Cleaning can wait. What can't wait is my need for her. If she's giving herself to me I'm going to take until there's nothing left.

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Rye

I don't think I've ever moved this fast in my life.

Tossing her over my shoulder, she squeals as I take large steps out the bar and up the side steps that lead to my apartment.

There are a few laughs and shouts from behind, and I realize that the girls she showed up with can see me manhandling her. I don't care. As long as I have the go ahead from Bee, nothing is going to stop me.

It takes only a few seconds for me to get Bee into the apartment, and the second I do I have her pressed up against the nearest wall.

We have to finish what we started last night.

It's a requirement for me to keep living.

Bee slides her hands into my hair and tugs hard at the strands while I nearly smash her body against the wall with mine. There's not even a sliver of space between us.

The tension between us is so thick.

When we first met I was sure that I wouldn't have anything to do with her not because she wasn't my type but simply because she was and that meant she was bad for me. But now I'm ready to throw all caution to the wind. I want her... for the long haul.

"God, I feel like I've been waiting forever. Take me Rye. Please." She begs between her gasps of breaths as I continue to kiss and lick on her body.

She doesn't have to beg me. I'll give her everything that she wants. If only she'll let me.

Quickly I grab hold of her and nearly run to the bedroom where I can take care of her properly. I want to make sure she's ready for me. Ready to take all of me but I have a feeling that I'm not going to last that long.

Our hands are all over each other. Both of us ripping at the other's clothing. I usually like what she wears but it's so tight I'm out of breath as I try to tear the clothes off her. She laughs when she has to help me shimmy her pants off.

Finally, when she's laying in front of me naked, and I have my eyes on the prize, I crawl up on the bed, hitching her legs on my shoulders. There's no way I'm not going to get a taste of her this time around.

I ravage her like a man possessed. There's no warm up, I just go straight in and have my meal.

Her legs try to straighten, but I need to keep her in the right position. I want to taste every fold and crevice of her.

"Holy shit! Rye!" She cries out as I continue to lap and suck at her, quickly getting her first orgasm and instantly becoming addicted to her taste. I could stay down here for years and not ever grow tired.

Unfortunately, my cock has a much different plan. Even as I'm feasting on her, my hips are pressing hard against the bed trying to get some friction. It feels so good, and it's been so long.

Her second orgasm has her speaking in tongues, and I know this is as good as it's going to get. She's as ready as she's ever going to be. In the back of my mind, I remember how tight she was with just my fingers, but she opened up well for me. I'm just going to pray that she's game enough to work with me.

Even the sheet pressing against the head of my cock as I slide up on the bed is a bit too much sensation. I have to stop before I even fully get in between her legs to take a breath.

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