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“I’m a high-maintenance woman with several demands.” My arms looped around him.

“And I’m an even higher-maintenance man who can meet those demands.” His hands wrapped around my waist, then lowered to cup my ass. “Are you going to be the bold coffee that’ll keep me up all night?”

I laughed. “Maybe.”

His lips hovered over mine. Hot breath. A nip of my bottom lip. Then a moan escaped me.

He gripped the hem of my T-shirt. “I want to see all of you.”

This was really happening. I lifted my arms. “Be my guest.”

Lust sparked in his eyes as he lifted the T-shirt, whipping it aside. His eyes wandered all over me, making my body tingle.

“Are you trying to kill me with this bra?” His voice grew husky, and I loved it.

“I wouldn’t do that to a decent man.” Could he hear my heart pounding?

“There’s nothing decent about what I want to do to you.” He nudged the cup of my bra down, revealing my pebbled nipple. He groaned and rubbed it back and forth with his thumb, giving it too much attention. Then he captured one with his mouth and suckled.

I moaned as heat shot straight to my core. He reached to my back, removing my bra and whipping it aside. My breasts were now exposed to his mouth. My hands gripped his hair, loving the wet tongue all over me.

“Shorts off too,” he crooned.

I dropped my shorts, standing in front of him with just a teeny tiny thong barely covering anything. This captivating man explored my body with his eyes, making me shiver. Then his hands and mouth adored my breasts. I saw the erotic image of us reflected in the glass pantry cabinet. Muscles tightened in my core.

An idea sparked. “Let’s play a game, shall we?”

CHAPTER THIRTY

ELENA

My hands slidto his fine ass and squeezed. “I’ve been wondering about this. So firm and perfect.”

“You’ve been checking out my ass?” He released my breast, looking at me with darkened eyes.

“I have.” I went on my tippy toes. “You’re so handsome, you know that?”

“I do now.”

“Haven’t other women told you that?”

“They have.” He smirked, and butterflies emerged in my stomach. He was arrogance and magnetism personified.

Who could stand next to him and not feel the pull?

“But only your opinion matters to me.” He tugged onmy thong. “What kind of game are we playing?”

I surprised myself too. Orion liked a disciplined schedule. I wanted to have fun with him tonight, make him detour.

We were so different, like two roads—one winding and one straight—heading to separate destinations. Somehow our roadsintersected, and this was the moment of contact. Where would we go from now? I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. Rightnow,being here with him, was the only thing that mattered to me.

“Do you dare, Slingshot?” I asked with hands on my hips, not caring that my chest was bare to him. Not caring that I had a tiny patch covering my most private part. The sight must be ridiculous, but I loved how he was looking at me.

He wanted me desperately. If eyes could talk, his told me things that made my panties wet.

“Rules,” he said, his tone guttural and desperate.

I loved that I could affect him like this.

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