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I started to reach for his erect cock, but Cason stopped me with a rough, “Oh no, you don’t. I’m going to taste that pussy,” and I nearly fell back in shock. Derek had always insisted I suck him off first before getting to me, and sometimes my turn never happened because he lost interest as soon as he popped his top.

“Are you sure?” I asked, uncertain. I wasn’t used to a man being so in control, knowing exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it.

His dark grin felt dangerous — and addictive. “It’s all I’ve thought about since setting eyes on you, baby.” He pressed teasing kissing and bites along my trembling thigh, traveling slowly toward my center, inhaling my scent and exhaling on a groan, “You smell so fucking good.”

I was too aroused to be embarrassed, which, if I hadn’t been tipsy and boldly doing things out of character, I would’ve curled in on myself from such a compliment. I didn’t have self-esteem issues, but I wasn’t accustomed to being worshipped, and my brain was stuttering at the attention.

He slowly inched my dress further up my thighs, “Just like unwrapping a present,” he murmured as he pushed the clingy fabric to my hips, exposing the tight body shaper smoothing the bounty of soft curves my sturdy Irish ancestors had blessed me with so I would never fear a harsh winter.

They definitely don’t show this in the movies. If only real life were like a rom-com.

I blushed, laughing through embarrassment, “Who knew the door to the secret kingdom was guarded by the dragon of Spandex.”

When I was nervous, I tended to babble with self-deprecating humor. Hopefully, he found that adorable — and not weird.

But Cason’s amused smile, followed by, “I slay all day, every day,” nearly made me melt.

I bet you do.

With my help, he shimmied my shaper panties down and off, tossing them to the bedroom floor, which was a fine time to remember that I hadn’t shaved or waxed in a while.

Damn it. Being impulsively hoe-ish took a lot more preparation than I’d anticipated.

“Oh! Um, I, didn’t expect to bring anyone tonight,” I apologized, thankful for the dark so he couldn’t see the heat flooding my cheeks. “You really don’t have to?—“

“Go down on you?” he finished with a slightly raised brow. I nodded, the words stuck in my throat. He shook his head, climbing my body to rise above me, moonlight caressing those roped shoulders. “I spent years in the Boy Scouts, all the way to Eagle Scout…do you know what that means?”

“You know how to escort elderly ladies across the street and build bird houses?” I guessed, my breath catching at the sheer beauty of this man.

His voice, thick with arousal, tickled my ear as he said, “It means, I ain’t afraid of no wilderness. I’ll fucking wade through a forest if it means getting to that sweet center, you know what I mean?”

He truly meant it. A warm flush rippled across my skin as I slowly nodded.

“Good girl, now lay back and let me eat,” he murmured before sealing his mouth to mine.

He tasted of tequila and laughter, sultry summer nights, and spicy male privilege. Everything about Cason screamed PERFECT MALE SPECIMEN. By the time his mouth left mine to press feverish kisses down my belly, I was already helplessly — and gleefully — primed for anything he wanted.

My eyelids squeezed shut, waiting for him to dive between my legs with the enthusiasm of a hungry dog, but he rose, reached past me to grab a pillow, fluff it up, and then wedged it beneath my ass, lifting my hips.

“What are you doing?” I asked, feeling splayed for his view, intensely vulnerable, yet my nipples pearled beneath the tight dress to hard, aching points.

“Work smarter, sweetness,” he said before settling between my thighs like a sniper. He gently parted my slick folds, his gaze hot as he met mine. “I want to hear my name when you cum, baby,” he instructed in a sexy low tone. “Understand?”

“What if I never cum?” I returned with a daring that belonged to someone else.

“Oh, you will.”

It was a statement of fact without a waver of insecurity. I sensed he had the skills to back up his claim, but my mouth had taken on a sass that felt new and intoxicating. I cocked my head at him with a coy grin. “We’ll see.” I was playing with fire but craved the heat after months of sitting in the dark. “Big talkers rarely deliver.”OMG, who had control of my mouth?

“Okay, I was going to go easy on you but now, all bets are off. We’ll see how sassy you are when you can’t take a single step without remembering who owned this pussy.”

“You’re—Oh!” My bubble of laughter didn’t have a chance of surviving as I sucked in a wild breath the second he descended between my thighs.

Holy crap, I may have taunted a lion thinking he was a house cat.

Cason buried his face and slipped first one finger, then another inside me while his mouth sucked my clit between his teeth, holding it gently while he dragged lazy circles around the swelling nub with the flat of his tongue.

Electric zaps of pleasure ricocheted across my nerve endings, banging against erogenous zones and pooling in thick, deep wells of excitement as he drove me mercilessly with steady, consistent pressure and technique, listening to my unspoken cues until sweat broke out across my body and my breath came in short gasps.

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