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And that was what we’d be doing tonight.

The moment she was settled on the stone, I began the daunting process of stripping off her silk dress. She wore nothing underneath—no panties, no bra. Just heels. And the moment the flimsy material cascaded onto the floor, my hands moved to her thighs, spreading them just wide enough so that I could fit my face in between them.

“I’m going to give you the release you’ve been waiting for so I can take my time with the rest.”

Her hand dived into my hair, gripping the strands. “You’re going to lick my pussy?”

I didn’t blame her for needing clarification. We were outside her normal Friday night ritual. Sleeping with men—especially random ones—wasn’t something Pepper did. At least not in the three months I’d been watching her.

I moved into position, lowering to the base of the counter, my face at the inside of her knees. “I want to.” I took a long, deep inhale of the sweetness her cunt was sending into the air. “It’s all I thought about on the drive over here. Since I’ve been smelling your wetness all night, now, I want to really taste it. I want it covering my mouth.”

Her head shook just slightly. “It sounds like you want this as much as I do.”

“You’re right.” I traced my thumbs against the top of her legs. “But I might want it more.”

“A man who desires the act of giving pleasure.” She released my hair. “I don’t know that there is anything sexier.” She wrapped her bare legs across my shoulders and over my back, inching me closer. “Show me how good you are. How badly you want to taste me.”

An invitation that made my dick throb.

Words that would echo in my ears for days to come.

That I would never forget.

“Hang on to the edge of the counter, Pepper.”

“Why?”

“Trust me, you’re going to need to.”

And as soon as I silenced myself, I dragged my mouth up the inside of her thigh, licking the wetness that had escaped her pussy, the slickness that thickened the closer I got.

This was the result of hours’ worth of edging.

Of wanting.

Of needing.

And the second my lips reached her clit, she screamed.

My tongue knew the way around a woman’s pussy. If there was a level to be reached when it came to going down, I was a fucking expert, so I knew it wouldn’t take more than thirty seconds before she was shuddering.

Especially since I’d declined her—repeatedly—for hours.

“Bale!” Her hand returned to my hair, yanking the longer pieces in the front. “Fuck!” Her voice was rising.

Her muscles constricted in her thighs. Her hips moved each time I swiped my tongue across her clit, down one side, then the other, focusing on the center, at the very top, where she was the most sensitive.

And even though this was for her, it was equally for me.

I growled as I flattened my tongue and lowered it to where my finger was fucking her and back to the highest point of her clit.

That fucking taste.

The scent.

If I knew it would last on my face, I wouldn’t ever wash her away.

“Oh God.” She released my hair and gripped the edge of the counter, just like I’d told her to. “Oh my fucking God.”

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