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I’m panting by the time he pulls away and tugs them the rest of the way off. Kane in seduction mode is unmatched.

“Lean back and spread your legs,” he says in that deliciously deep voice, his eyes sparking with heat all over again.

I don’t hesitate to do as he says.

Leaning back on my hands, I spread my legs and wait with bated breath for him to touch me. I don’t know if he meant for me to lay on my back, but I’m desperate to watch Kane do whatever he’s about to do.

He doesn’t touch me right away. For a moment, he just stares at me, his gaze moving from my flushed face, down to where my nipples have hardened against the silk of my nightgown, and landing on my drenched center. When he drags his hand over his mouth in hungry anticipation, I practically expire on the table.

And that’s even before his cocky gaze meets mine and he says, “Look how messy you are, princess. Should we make you even messier?”

Before I can answer, he’s pressing my thighs farther apart, opening me to him completely, and leaning forward in his chair to press his mouth to my clit.

A whimper escapes me as soon as he makes contact with my skin. He’s thorough in his movements, taking his time alternating between swirling his tongue around my clit and licking the length of my pussy, savoring the taste. That thought is solidified when his fingers dig into my thighs and his groan vibrates against me.

It doesn’t take much time for my orgasm to come roaring back from a few minutes ago. When I feel it start to crest, my eyes close on a moan and my head tips back in anticipation.

Except, Kane chooses that moment to take his mouth away. I open my eyes, ready to scold him again for being a tease, but I’m met with the sight of him reaching for the melting ice cream that’s still on the kitchen table beside us. And when he scoops a spoonful into his mouth, my brow furrows in confusion.

I’m too surprised to say anything on the first bite. But then he takes another, and another. The corner of his lip is twitching in amusement, which means he knows exactly what he’s doing right now.Ijust don’t understand what he’s doing right now.

I open my mouth to ask him exactly that, but before I can get the words out, he’s swallowing his last bite of ice cream and putting the spoon back in the gallon container. Then he’s pushing my thighs apart once more and dipping his head to suction his cold mouth to my clit.

I let out a startled yelp, the sensation like a shock to my body. Leaning onto one hand, I reach with the other to push him away. But by the time my hand makes contact with his head, the cold is already melting into a delicious warmth.

Sucking in a startled breath, my hand fists in his hair. The more his tongue continues to swirl, the hotter his mouth feels. Within seconds, I’m not pushing his head away, but pulling him closer.

“Oh my God, you’re going to make me come on your mouth,” I gasp, surprising myself with the desire to vocalize these intense feelings. But between the sudden temperature shift and Kane’s skilled tongue, a rush of pleasure is starting to expand in my body, and I can sense that I’m about to be completely overwhelmed by it.

Kane lets out a groan at my declaration. His tongue starts to swirl even faster, his movements becoming desperate. I’m two seconds away from the strongest orgasm of my life.

And when he slides two fingers inside me, the bomb inside me explodes.

I don’t know what sounds I make, I only know that I’m holding Kane’s mouth against me and shaking through the sensations pulsing through my body. It might take minutes or hours, I don’t know. I lose all sense of myself as it happens.

When they finally abate and I slump back onto the kitchen table, Kane looks reluctant as he pulls away from me. He doesn’t even seem to notice that he’s hard again, he just looks like he wants to taste more of me.

I possess none of my usual grace as I climb down off the table and settle in Kane's lap again. It feels effortless to lean forward and kiss him, letting out a pleased hum when he grips my waist to pull me closer and kiss me harder.

"Best breakfast ever," he groans into the kiss.

My lips lift into a smile against his. "Agreed."

But when I shift slightly and realize he's hard again, the smile turns into a frown. I enjoy sex with Kane too much to ever let him leave with blue balls, so I don't hesitate to reach down and start to undo his jeans again.

He stops me with a hand on mine. "Don't worry about me, I'm fine. I get hard from evenlookingat you, so this is nothing new, princess." He nudges me back to put a little bit of space between us. "Let’s make breakfast."

When I only stare at him in shock, he gives my ass a playful smack and says, "Up, princess."

"What about goat yoga?" I blurt out.

Kane sighs. "You already know my answer is yes."

I can't help it—a grin stretches across my face. Then I'm pressing an excited kiss to Kane's lips.

"Okay, it's Sunday morning at 10am on the riverfront," I say excitedly. "I know that won't give you a lot of time to sleep after work, but if you want, we could even get an early brunch before we go and make a whole day out of it—”

He cuts off my rambling with a kiss of his own.

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