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This gets a startled laugh out of her.

I grin, but I keep going. “I’m serious,” I say. “I’m sorry if I ever made youfeel like shit.”

Her expression softens. “You never made me feel like shit,” she replies softly.

I give her a long look, because I doubt that’s true. And fuck, I wish I could go back in time and take back every not-nice thing I never said to her. “Well, if I ever do,” I say, pressing soft kisses across her hip, her lower belly, “you have my permission to punch me in the face.”

She giggles, but the sound turns into a soft gasp as I move lower. Over her center, tasting every inch of her.

I move up to her clit, drawing slow, lazy circles and loving the noises I’m getting out of her. She whimpers and whines, getting more and more high pitched the closer she gets. But just as I think I’m about to take her over the finish line, she scoots back, closing her legs.

At first, I think she’s self-conscious, that we’ve delved into things far too personal, and that sex is just too much for her right now. But the spark in her eyes says otherwise.

“Get on your back,” she demands.

Surprise flickers through me. I don’t normally like being bossed around, but in this moment, I find myself letting Addison tell me what to do.

I roll over, lying on my back on the bed, awaiting her next move. Addison sits up, grabbing the hem of her tank and slowly lifting it over her head. My gaze catches on her bare breasts—full, perky, and so goddamn perfect. Then she crawls forward, positioning herself between my legs and reaching for the waistband of my sweats. She inclines her head toward me.

“Shirt. Off.”

I smirk, doing as she says and shedding the shirt as she pries my sweats and then my underwear off. And then, her dark eyes on mine, she lowers her mouth to the bottom of my shaft and slowly licks all the way up.

My cock twitches, and my mouth parts slightly.

She does it again, and I clench my jaw. And then she wraps her lips around my tip and descends, taking as much of me as she can. She bobs her head slowly, taking more of me with each go. I can tell it’s difficult by thetears welling in her eyes, but she keeps going, relaxing her throat and taking all of me in.

I groan, fisting the bedsheets.

“Fuck, Addison,” I moan.

She moves faster, moaning softly.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m going to come, but I don’t want to yet. Not without her coming too.

“On top of me,” I grit out, and she pauses. “Get on top of me,” I order.

She seems confused so I gesture with my hand. “Turn around so I can eat you out, and you can keep going.”

Understanding dawns on her face, and she does as I say, turning around and then straddling my chest. I grab her hips, pulling her back until her pussy is in line with my mouth, and then I yank her down on top of me.

That delicious whimper of hers fills the room as my tongue makes contact with her clit. I can feel her steadying herself with a hand to my thigh, her fingers digging into my flesh. Then her mouth is on my cockagain. I gently suck her clit, and she moans around my cock, the vibration causing me to buck my hips. She grips my thighs harder, rocking her hips against me as I continue sucking.

I grip the flesh of her thighs, her ass, smacking her gently to see how she reacts. She whimpers, bobbing her head faster.

Fuck, Addison Thatcher just might be everything I’ve ever wanted and more.

I spank her again, and she responds by grinding her center harder against me. I could come at any time now, but I purposefully hold back, gritting my teeth and keeping it at bay. Instead, I focus on Addison, my tongue against her clit, my fingers entering her and pumping. She’s moaning louder now, faster, her legs shaking just a bit.

And with a cry, her orgasm hits her, and she pulls her hips away from me, her limbs shaking, her moans suffocating my cock. It’s then that I let myself go, spilling myself inside her mouth. She sits up, wiping her mouthwith the back of her hand and glancing at me over her shoulder. Her hair a mess, her face flushed, this might be the prettiest she’s ever looked.

I grin, reaching for her and pulling her down onto my chest, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Look at you, distracting me from my morning coffee,” I chide.

She smacks my chest and laughs before getting up and heading for the bedroom doorway. “You’re the one distracting me from my shower,” she quips on her way out.

I sit up, watching her go with a silly grin on my face as I reach for my coffee. As I hear the sound of the water in the bathroom turning on, my mind wanders, worry seeping in.

Addison Thatcher is the kind of girl I usually avoid, despite the depth I’m continuing to see in her. The kind of girl who’s broken me in the past. The kind I vowed to never entertain again.