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He blinks at me.
“Stephanie… serious question. How many brain cells did your past lovers have? And why couldn’t they find the clit? What the fuck were they aiming for?”
I shrug.
“Fuck knows. But I’ve never had a clit-stimulated orgasm from a man before.”
A slow, deadly smile spreads across his lips.
“Never? Fucking hell. You shouldn’t have told me that, because I’m about to come in my boxers.”
I bite my lip and shake my head. I like that I can make him lose control too.
“Are you accepting this challenge, Dr. Quinn?” I playfully ask him.
His fingers begin to move again, and I lean down to kiss him.
I want to worship him for what he’s doing to me. For what he might be capable of.
I want him to feel what he does to me.
“Easy.”
I let out a squeal as he lifts me in his arms, then lowers me into the wooden chair.
“Legs open,” he says, towering above me.
He slowly unbuttons his shirt, just enough to reveal more tattoos sprawling across his chest. Then he rolls up his sleeves, veins popping. Christ, he’s gorgeous.
My heart pounds. My body is burning for him.
Looking around the room, he steps away, only to return with two black and gold belts.
Without a word, he places my arms on the rests and ties them tight.
Then, he drops to his knees in front of me.
And that’s when my pulse nearly stops.
My boss. My husband. The man who makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt, on his knees, for me.
Not to propose.
Not to beg.
But to devour.
I never, ever, in a million years, thought I’d have him like this.
Let alone to eat me out in a fucking strip club.
Yet here I am, legs spread, waiting for my husband to put his mouth on me.
And for once in my life, I’m not afraid of being seen. I’m afraid of how good he’s going to make it feel.
Chapter 33
FINN
