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“Good. Now, I’m going to eat out this pretty pussy. Tell me if I do something you don’t like.”

He didn’t give her time to think or object before his tongue descended on her, tracing all her secret places. His hot breath skated across her skin as he used his fingers to spread her and explore.

At first, she was too self-conscious to enjoy it. She’d had a few serious boyfriends, and none of them were into performing oral sex. Though they enjoyed receiving it. She’d assumed she didn’t taste good, or she did the wrong kind of grooming. But Alex seemed to be enjoying himself, feasting at her wet center.

When he trailed up to her clit and tapped it with his tongue, she forgot to be embarrassed. She moaned, loud and long.

“That’s it, baby,” he said between licks. “Tell me what you like.”

“That,” she said. “I like that.”

“How about this?” He worked a finger inside her while he tongued her clit.

“Yes. Yes.” Her voice rose into a squeak.

She stopped caring about the wet sounds her pussy made as he moved his fingers in and out of her. Her consciousness narrowed down to the sensation coiling inside her. “I—I’m so close.”

He didn’t change a thing he was doing, just kept going as her body tightened. Finally, when she thought she couldn’t stand another second, her release shuddered through her. He stilled his hand when she squeezed around his fingers. He softened his licks on her clit and, when she stopped shaking, planted a gentle kiss on it.

When she opened her eyes, he pulled his hand from between her legs and gave his fingers an obscene lick. “That’s my new favorite flavor.”

She clapped her hands over her burning face. “Oh my god.” Was it wrong to be turned on by something so dirty?

“No fair hiding.” He plucked a hand off her face. “I want to memorize what you look like right after you come.”

“You do?” Her face was hot and a little sweaty. Her eyeliner was probably puddled around her eyes. And he’d already remarked on the dark shadows under them.

“You’re gorgeous.” He gazed at her, a satisfied smile on his lips. “Now, let’s put you to bed.”

“Wait. What about you?” She nodded at the bulge in his sweatpants.

“I can wait until tomorrow. You’re tired.”

She knew it. She did look terrible. She felt her lips droop. “If you don’t want to…”

He surged up to kiss her lips. “Of course I want to. But you need rest.”

“You told me to tell you what I want. And I want your cock.”

His eyes blazed. “Since you asked so nicely, you can have it.”

ChapterSeventeen

“I’ll be right back,” Alex said. Lust hazed every thought, and he was afraid if he changed anything, he’d miss out on this amazing gift Mary offered him.

“Where are you going?” A worried crease formed between Mary’s eyebrows. The firelight made her bare skin glow.

Ah, fuck. She didn’t trust him. Not completely. That was fair after what he’d done in high school.

“Condom. I have some in my bag.”

“You do?” She raised a teasing eyebrow. “Bold of you.”

“Relentless optimism. It’s what made my business successful.”

“But we aren’t having sex on this couch. I’ve got too much Catholic guilt to do it where people might sit after we leave. Pragmatism. That’s my mantra.”

“Then we’ll find a bedroom, my sexy pragmatist.” He held out his hand, and when she took it, he tugged her to stand. His fingertips tingled to trace her naked curves, to tangle in her hair as he kissed her. His balls tightened. “Condom.”

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