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My toes were already curling.
She pulled back, hollowing her cheeks, and freed me from warm and wet confines of her pretty mouth. “And how was that?”
“Loved it, Iris.” She smiled at me, but I didn’t think I could make it through any additional teasing. “Please.”
I couldn’t remember ever begging for this, but then again, there’d never been anyone like her in my whole life.
She bit her lip, an indication that she knew what she was doing to me, and thoroughly enjoyed having that power. But then she gave me what I needed and took me in her mouth again.
Paradise.
Iris had skill and fervor and determination.
She had confidence.
And there wasn’t anything about what she was doing that I didn’t love beyond measure.
If this is what she experienced when I’d been using my mouth on her, I understood why she claimed to have enjoyed it so much. I didn’t think anything would top the way it felt to have my cock buried in her pussy, but her mouth was a very close second.
“Iris,” I groaned, feeling myself inch closer to the edge of that precipice.
She kept going. Kept sucking and licking and tasting. Kept unraveling me.
“Iris, I’m going to come. You need to stop if you don’t want me doing it in your mouth.”
My beautiful woman, with her lips wrapped around me, lifted her gaze to meet mine and offered the most seductive glance. There was a hint of pride in that look, like she was daring me to give her everything she’d worked so hard for.
That look did me in.
I came hard, spilling myself down her throat. And Iris didn’t flinch, didn’t falter. She took it all, swallowing it down until she drained me dry.
When I finished and she released me from her mouth, I said, “I didn’t want to believe you all those times you told me, but I guess it’s true.”
“What is?”
My lips twitched with amusement. “You really don’t need any coffee to wake up feeling energized.”
“I’m glad you can see that I’m not a liar.”
I shook my head as I reached down and lifted her to standing. Then I dragged her panties down her legs, hoisted her onto the table, and said, “I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned it, but I’ve been addicted to these legs since about the first day I saw you in the gym. And next to having them wrapped around my waist, I like them thrown over my shoulders. So, lay back and relax, sunshine. I’m looking for another meal.”
She shivered, but she did as I suggested.
Iris had confessed she was worried that someone else was going to walk away from her at some point, but I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt it wouldn’t be me. I was already so far gone for her before this morning. Then she went ahead and used her mouth on me. If I had my way, I wasn’t going anywhere ever.
TWENTY-SIX
Iris
Landen was a genius.
I’d hit the jackpot with him, because not only was he handsome, charming, caring, funny, and excellent in bed, but he was also a brilliant man.
So smart.
Where I hadn’t ever really needed to come up with plans to fix problems in my own life—I’d lived a charmed one—Landen excelled at solving problems.
That’s why I was here now, sitting on Walter’s porch after ringing his doorbell and refusing to leave until he came outside. Of all the people who were upset with me for one reason or another, the solution to fix Walter’s issue seemed the easiest.
