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His smolder burns hotter on mine. He repeats the act to quench my thirst as a different need builds. Hunger gnaws at me, an urgency to have him. I want to gorge myself on this heated moment so I can feast on the memory in the morning. That’s what I’ll have to keep me company when this is over.

“You’re so sexy,” he rasps before kissing me again.

I allow my hands to roam, appreciating his body towering over mine. Rigid muscles bulge under my exploration. A solid wall I want to climb. He’s enthusiastic and passionate and mine for now. A hollow clench beckons from between my legs, requesting to be filled. I arch to bump our hips together and spur him in the downward direction.

Drake groans into my mouth and sets the bottle aside. His palm cups my breast through my shirt but doesn’t linger there. Our lips disconnect as he trails nibbles along my jaw and throat. I tilt to give him better access, which he greedily accepts. Rough stubble nuzzles into the slope where my neck meets myshoulder. He inhales deeply, pulling my scent into his lungs. I tremble beneath him when he expels a guttural sound.

My hooded eyes watch while Drake kneels on the floor. He unclasps my belt in a deliberate display. I lift my ass off the couch when his fingers hook into the elastic band of my skirt. He strips off the black frills in a whisper of fabric against skin. Next is my thong. Cool air kisses my slick arousal and I shiver. I’m bared to him from the waist down.

“Perfection,” Drake rasps while admiring my most intimate bits.

The urge to cover myself is deeply ingrained but I refuse to cower. Instead, I inhale a slow breath. His sandalwood cologne might as well be labeled as an aphrodisiac. After I get a good whiff, I’m a puddle for him to splash in. My lashes flutter while I drag in another lustful dose. The thrill that I’m about to sleep with Drake Granger is intoxicating. He could have anyone, but he’s here with me. As I told him earlier, I’m taking advantage. Reality can scold me tomorrow.

“What’s that look for?” He squints at the unfocused glaze clouding my vision.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I confess the truth.

“Don’t make a habit of initiating sex on the first date?”

My giggle is shrill. “Especially not with someone like you.”

Drake’s pout could convince a square peg to fit in a round hole. “Hey, we’re on an even playing field.”

“Yeah, right.” A snarky brow quirks at his claim. “I’m not delusional, trouble.”

“That’s reassuring. Hallucinations can be a real bitch. I’d still put a ring on it, though.”

“You and your cheesy lines.” I bite my bottom lip, calling upon an inner seductress who doesn’t exist. “Are you sure this isn’t a dream?”

His palms roam my inner thighs, spreading me wide. “Does this feel real?”

Warmth collects in my lower belly and I slouch deeper into the sofa. “I’m not sure. Keep going.”

He drapes my knees over his elbows, using the hold to scoot me down until my ass is hovering off the couch. His grip is what keeps me from falling. I gawk at his inked arms clutching my naked flesh. The sight punches me with another strike of arousal. There’s a decent chance I’m going to drench the leather seat.

My breathing is labored from just ogling him positioned to feast on me. “You’re actually going to…”

Drake’s gaze flicks to mine. “Eat your pussy?”

I’m sure my face flames redder than my hair. “Mhmm, yeah. That.”

“Couldn’t stop me if you tried.” He squeezes my legs in his grip.

“Uh-huh,” I mumble absently.

“Gonna gush down my throat.” His exhale ghosts along my exposed center.

A twitch attacks my limbs. “Ohhhh, gosh.”

Drake chuckles. “This should be fun.”

I don’t get to question his statement. A hoarse cry rips from me as his tongue swirls around my clit. The guy doesn’t need a detailed map to find the hidden gem. He lands on the spot with expert aim. It’s some sort of miracle I’ll have to process later.

Any further deliberation melts into wonder when his lips form a tight seal. The gentle suction makes me thrash against him. But I’m locked in his hold, at his mercy. Gladly.

Sparks crackle from where his mouth is latched onto me. I’d forgotten how good this feels. Drake smiles along my slick center when I tell him that very thing. When I glance down, his gaze is waiting for me. The intense eye contact makes me squirm.

“I wanna see you fall apart for me, beauty.”

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