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“Corbin, fuck,” I shout.

“You like that, don’t you? The shock that goes right down to your pussy as my dick fills you completely,” he growls.

“Yes, fuck yes,” I yell, digging my nails into him harder.

He hisses, moving one hand between us. He pinches my clit and my nipples, and I cry out. “You trying to mark me, princess? You want everyone to know my mouth was on you, my dick was in your mouth, and your greedy pussy couldn’t get enough?”

His dirty words just make this so much more, bringing my release to the surface. “Oh fuck I’m so close, don’t stop,” I cry.

“Give me your orgasm. Let it rip mine from me,” he groans, rubbing my clit.

I have no control over my body as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced tears through me.

“Corbin,” I shout as my back arches off the bed and my nails sink deeper into his skin.

“Fucking beautiful,” he softly moans.

My release is still causing me to shake as he cries out, “Leah.”

My eyes snap open and lock with his. He said my name. It’s the first time he’s ever said it. We share a moment so intense it has me wondering if I’ll be able to walk away unscathed.

Chapter 8

Corbin

It’s been a few days since Leah and I first fucked away the tension. It’s definitely helped, but now my thoughts are consumed by thinking about the next time we’re going to fuck. I’ve been trying to keep my thoughts occupied with the tattoos I’m doing and the design I’m working on with Leah, but none of it is helping.

“Hey, let’s hit the club tonight,” Waylen suggests.

I finish sanitizing my tattoo gun and pull off my gloves, tossing them in the trash. “I should work on my design,” I say, walking to the door to lock up.

“Come on. We haven’t been out in a while. You need a night to relax and I bet your creative juices get flowing,” he says, grinning.

“I think it’s a great idea,” Harry says, leaning against the receptionist's desk with crossed arms.

They’re right. I could use a night out. Get my mind off Leah and this design.

I wouldn’t even say we are fuck buddies because we’re barely friends. It’s more like we’re using each other to fuck away the tension we cause.

Going out is definitely needed at this point.

“Let me make a quick call and we’ll head out,” I say, walking past them.

“Fuck yeah,” Waylen says.

I close myself in my office and pull up Leah’s number. She answers on the third ring and I scrub my face hating that I counted the fucking rings.

“Hey,” she says.

“Hey.”

“What’s up?” she asks, giggling.

I sigh frustrated with myself that just hearing her voice has my cock hard.

“Let’s take a night off working on the design. We could both use the break,” I say, dragging my hand down my face.

“Works for me,” she says and I can hear the damn smile in her voice.

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