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“Oh…” she sighs. “Oh my stars.”

I laugh again.

“More.”

Another nip, another sigh.

I could do this all night, but I have other plans.

“Who knew you’d be so responsive?” I say to her when I lift my head, moving until our foreheads rest against one another.

She’s panting again, and I love the sound. “Honestly, I had no idea, but I’m not surprised. You drive me nuts, Robbie.”

“You drive me crazy too, Monty.”

I capture her lips again and lead us into a searing kiss.

Before I can get too lost, I pull away, trailing kisses down her chin, neck, in the valley between her breasts. I kiss and kiss and kiss until I reach the top of her plain, pale pink briefs.

Nothing lacy for her. All cotton, all plain. All Monty.

I hook my fingers in the band and pull the material down her legs.

She instantly clamps them together and I eye her.

“You ever had this done before?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Did you like it?”

“Not particularly. He wasn’t really…into it. It made me uncomfortable, so it’s not my favorite thing ever.”

“Do you mind if I try to change your mind?”

“I…” She goes quiet.

There’s a fight in her eyes, one telling me shedoeswant this, but she’s nervous. I don’t want her to be nervous with me. I want her to know how mind-blowing this can be—for both of us.

I want to fucking blow her mind.

“If you don’t want me to, I won’t, but I’m dying to taste you, Monty—seriously fuckingdying.”

Her gaze doesn’t leave mine for what feels like forever, until finally, she gives me a single nod and parts her legs just the slightest bit.

I rest my hands on her knees and spread her wide enough for me to fit, not once breaking eye contact in case she changes her mind.

She doesn’t.

“I promise to make this good.”

“You bett—ahhhh!”

Her words die on her tongue as I put my mouth on her.

“That’s…oh!”

I lick her, stroking all the right spots, alternating the pressure when I know she’s right there on the edge. She’s itching for a release, and I’m right there with her again.

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