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“I have until May to cross everything off. My thirtieth birthday is approaching, and I need to complete it. This would be mutually beneficial for us, and I’d like you to name your price or, in this case, a favor. Would you be open to helping me out? I mean, since you’re ‘the right man for the job’ and all?”

He perks up, crossing his arms and he eyes me curiously.

“You’re serious. Do I at least get an interview?”

I chuckle nervously. “Um, if that’s what you want?”

“I know you’re dating, and there may be other worthy candidates. I’d like to request a trial run or…ataste testto prove myself?”

It’s safe to say the golden retriever has left the building.

He stares expectantly, and I nod assuredly.

“When can I have a taste, Selah?”

He chuckles darkly and wetness pools between my legs at the sound. His eyes turn ember, a flame stokes within them. My breath hitches at the sight. I’m so lost in them I forget to respond.

I desperately need relief right now, and I was thinking of him, anyway.

What comes out of my mouth next surprises me.

“Right now.”

His gaze erupts with fire, and he is on me. His hand envelops my back, and the other gives my nape a gentle squeeze. He leans in closer, eyes locked on mine.

“Are you sure about this? I know what I said, but we can stop. Say the word, and I’ll stop at any time.”

If he’s anything like he was in my dream, I need to know.

“I don’t want to stop.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

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opening statement

Selah

Manhattan, NY | January 2, 2024

Kissing Greyson rivals all others.Weeks have passed without his taste, and I am in need. He commands my mouth, gently coaxing the seam of my lips with soft licks. I welcome him, returning each swipe and twist. The bitter coffee and sugar dance across our tongues as the kiss deepens.

I stand on the tips of my toes as I grip the back of his neck, inching him closer to me. Desperate for more, my grip on his nape tightens, half-moons pressing his skin. He growls in response, greedily taking my offering. My senses heighten and my core drips in anticipation.

He tapers off for a breath, peppering kisses around my mouth. His lips trail my neck, hovering over my ear. Goosebumps dance in unison throughout my body.

He whispers, “I’m going to tease you before I give you what you want. I’ll need to hear you beg for it. Do you understand?”

I nod.

“I need to hear you say it, Selah.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

He licks my neck, relishing the taste of my skin. A desperate whimper escapes me. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.

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