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Blue eyes fly up to meet mine. “No.”

I ease the pressure around his head.

He resumes his mission, pushes his finger deep and closes his lips around my clit.

I tug on his hair. “Jesus Christ!”

The intensity is overpowering.

My pleading doesn’t deter him.

Bryce is relentless.

His finger works my ass as he laps at my clit and I clench my pussy in staccato pulses as my pending release looms over me.

He catches me off guard when he shoves two fingers inside my pussy.

I cry out.

He has me cornered in the perfect pleasure trap—one finger playing with my asshole, two fingers stroking my G-spot, and his mouth on my clit.

This man is a gift.

He accelerates his lip motion, sucks hard on my clit and…

I’m done.

I grip the countertop, my eyes squeezing shut. “I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m—”

I’m so loud, I wouldn’t be surprised if the concierge heard me.

I float on a heady high as wave upon wave of pleasure washes over me.

As I struggle to catch my breath, I let my body fall against the mirror.

Bryce caresses my thighs. “Did I push you too far?”

I open my eyes and meet his gaze.

A million compromising things rush through my mind.

You caught my body and mind off guard. You even managed to mess with my heart. My sappy, fragile heart.

Remembering this isn’t a Pretty Woman movie, I settle for, “You did, but you won’t hear me complaining.”

“That’s what I like about you. You take what I give you.”

The list of things I like about you is getting way too long…

Whoever catches this man as her forever is one damn lucky bitch.

Chapter 8

Sofia

Bryce allows me to take a real shower by leaving me alone in the bathroom while he gets dressed in his suite. When I return to the room, a note lies on the bed next to his selection of French lingerie.

Amanda,

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