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After taking her hand, I reach behind her, securing it to the soft leather restraint and then to the headboard. Her eyes open wide, but there’s not a flicker of fear in her gaze, only desire.

“Trust me, baby girl,” I murmur, my voice rough. “I will never hurt you. Just enjoy the moment.”

When she’s fully restrained, I settle between her thighs and lower my head, licking a line from her ass to her clit, tasting the sweetness of her arousal, and when I suck her clit into my mouth, she moans.

I pull back, tracing the delicate curve of her stomach with my mouth, and look up at her. “I’m going to own all your orgasms, Lucia. Every one of them.”

I slide my tongue over her hip, down her thigh, wanting to capture her taste in my brain.

Her breath hitches, another soft moan slips past her lips.

I continue, moving slowly, deliberately, as I tease and explore her. Loving the moans she makes.

She wriggles as I bring my tongue to her entrance, circling her clit, teasing with soft bites, drawing more gasps from her.

Her muscles tense, her breath is now in ragged bursts.

I pull back, leaving her aching, wanting more. “More?”

“Please,” she whimpers, her eyes pleading.

I bring my tongue back to her pussy, sliding it through her folds, teasing her clit, and driving her closer to the edge.

I stop, pulling back, watching the tears welling in her eyes.

“Please, Ronan. Let me come.”

“Relax, baby girl,” I murmur before my tongue slides between her legs.

Her breath hitches and her hands pull against the restraints when I press a finger inside her. And because she’s been so good, I suck on her clit.

I add another finger, curling them and finding the perfect spot.

She comes immediately, her pussy bucking against my hand and mouth.

I chuckle as I lap up her cum. “So responsive, so perfect.”

I can’t stop. My tongue separates her folds as I continue to lick and taste her, and finger fuck her, wanting to hear another climax from her lips.

“Oh. God!” she whimpers, the sound echoing off the walls as her pussy clenches around my fingers and she comes again. “Fuck me.”

Not tonight.

Tonight, her pleasure is my pleasure.

Chapter 7

Lucia

I tap my pen against the legal pad, my mind wandering to Ronan’s tongue between my legs two nights ago. The memory of being tied up, completely at his mercy.

Heat floods my cheeks.

A knock at my door breaks my trance. My colleague Jade walks in carrying a massive bouquet of white roses and...an art supply case?

“These just arrived for you.” She places them on my desk with a knowing smile. “Secret admirer?”

“Something like that.”

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