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My pulse was rampaging out of control, and I barely had a grip on my control. “Right there with you, sweetheart, but what I said still stands.”

“The same goes for you,” she whispered. “Just to make sure that’s clear.”

A strangled laugh escaped.

“What?” she asked.

“I want it all with you.”

Her lips curled at the corners, her smile sensual and teasing. “We’re on the same page then. Now, can I kiss you?”

Chapter Seventeen

LEO

… can I kiss you?

With Casey’s eyes burning into mine, my answer was to slide my hand around her nape, my fingers tangling in her hair as I brought my mouth to hers, diving into the warm sweetness. She made this startled little whimper in her throat. In a matter of seconds, our kiss exploded in a tangle of lips and tongues. She moved closer and straddled me. I slid my hands up her legs. It didn’t help matters at all that I knew she was naked underneath this robe.

When I felt the press of her curves against me, I broke away, sucking in deep gulps of air. She shimmied her hips, rocking over the ridge of my arousal.

“Casey,” I bit out. “We need to slow down. I don’t want to ruin this for you.”

Casey’s eyes held mine. “That’s impossible.”

With her a bundle of lush curves in my lap, her robe falling open, and her skin flushed a deep shade of pink, my mind was hazed with fiery need. I closed the small distance between usand claimed her mouth again. A sizzle of gratification burned through me at how quickly she opened to me.

I blazed a trail of kisses down the side of her neck, loving it as I felt her tremble, and goosebumps rise on her skin. I slid my hands down over her shoulders, she straightened a little, rolling her shoulders until the robe fell in a rumple around her waist.

My breath hissed through my teeth as I took the moment to soak in the sight of her bare before me. Her breasts were plump and flushed pink. I cupped both of them, teasing my thumbs over her ruched nipples. She bit her lip, letting out a little whimper.

My cock was swollen near to the point of pain and every little motion she made sent blood arrowing straight to it. “Fuck me,” I muttered through gritted teeth.

“That’s the whole point,” she teased, her voice sultry and throaty.

I chuckled before dipping my head and sucking a nipple into my mouth. She cried out, her fingers spearing my hair. I teased both nipples before lifting my head.

We stared at each other through several kicks of my heart. I palmed her cheek, dragging my thumb in a slow stroke across her bottom lip. Her tongue darted out, nipping lightly.

“Tell me what you want,” I rasped.

She reached between us as she shimmied back slightly on my lap, dragging her palm over my swollen length. “This,” she said bluntly.

It was a fucking miracle I didn’t come right there. “All yours,” I choked out.

Over the following fiery hot seconds, she moved back swiftly, shoving my sweatpants down around my hips. Since I’d just showered, I didn’t even have boxers on and my cock sprang free. She curled her palm around it, her eyes on mine when she slidher thumb over the drop of cum rolling out the tip. I could barely breathe, much less think.

In another few seconds, she was kneeling before me, her eyes on mine as she dragged her tongue along the side of my cock murmuring, “Is this okay?”

I didn’t even remember if I managed to form a single word. My head fell back against the couch when her lips closed around my crown and she sucked me into the warm sweetness of her mouth. I clung to my control, one hand tangling in her hair and the other gripping the edge of the couch.

She teased, drawing back and lazily circling her tongue around the crown before sucking me deep, again and again. I could feel my release threatening and choked out her name. She leaned back, releasing me with a little pop. I couldn’t hold back any longer and my release spurted out over her hand. She slid her palm up my length once again, her eyes on me.

Moments later, I managed to stand and follow her into the kitchen. She washed her hands and turned to face me.

I reached for her hand. “Your turn, sweetheart.”

Chapter Eighteen

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