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“Eyes on me.” He burned her with the potent, smoldering gaze she’d tried so hard to fight. Lost in the heat, she capitulated, giving herself over to him. With a low growl, Sebastian tugged her clit between his teeth—just enough, stealing her breath—and sucked hard.

Remy fractured, screaming his name. And soared.

Chapter Forty-One

What did the toaster say to the slice of bread?

I want you inside me.

—From Bash’s dad joke collection

Bash

His queen collapsed on the bed, one arm draped over her eyes, her chest rapidly rising and falling as she fought to regain her breath. When Arabella came against his mouth, Bash had almost done the unthinkable and exploded in his boxer-briefs—something that hadn’t happened in a good thirtysome years, not since the first time he’d fingered his high school girlfriend in his mid-teens.

To stave off the orgasm, he’d ground his hips against the bed—desperate for a different kind of friction. The kind he was about to get.

He climbed on the bed and leaned over her, pressing a kiss to her softly parted lips.

“Oohh,” she moaned.

“Oh what?” he whispered against her mouth, tracing the seam of it with his tongue as he reached between them to roll her sensitive clit between his fingers.

“Mmmmm,” she squirmed, opening her mouth for him and tangling her tongue with his. He kissed her leisurely, but carnally, fucking her mouth like he wanted to fuck her pussy. “Mmmm,” she groaned again into his mouth.

“What’s mmm, my queen?” He eased his mouth away from hers, admiring the puffiness of her lips, the cupid’s bow more pronounced from their kisses.

“You,” she whispered against his lips, a blush creeping up her neck, “taste like me.”

He smirked, cocking a brow. “Tell me, my queen. Do you like how you taste?”

“I like how I taste on your lips,” she whispered, nodding, her gaze tracking to the head of his cock, which was now peeking out and begging for entry to the promised land. Precum glistened on the tip, and Bash groaned as the tip of her tongue peeked out.

The image of Arabella on her knees, sucking his cock, almost brought him to his own knees. Almost, because this was all about her.

He rolled the puckered bud of one nipple between his fingers, causing her back to arch off the bed. Pulling the other into his mouth, he sucked and circled his tongue on the pebbled point. “Bash,” she moaned, holding his head to her. “I can’t…”

“You can.” He sucked harder and then pinched her other nipple. She was so aroused from her orgasm, another wouldn’t be hard to cajole from her delicious body.

“Oh, God…fuck, Bash…”

Bash realized she’d called him by his nickname. Twice. Like it was too much to grind out all three syllables of his name. He trailed a hand along her side, gently scraping the soft skin with his fingertips while he continued his ministrations on her breasts, switching from side to side, building her back up. Slowly, he guided his hand between her legs and she widened them, welcoming. He eased a finger inside.

“Jesus, Arabella, you are so fucking wet,” he groaned against her nipple, sucking harder as he added a second finger and began pumping.

“Oh, God—Bash…yes, please. Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop,” she chanted, grinding her hips against his hand.

The sounds amped him higher—the sucking of her pussy as his hand slid in and out, the pants and groans, her pleading whimpers. She was on the precipice…and he needed to be inside her right now.

Bash curled his fingers, rubbing that perfect spot, and gently bit her nipple. Arabella exploded again, once again crying out his name as she soaked his hand.

He shucked his boxers, positioning himself between her legs. “Arabella, do we need a condom?” He had an open, fresh box waiting in the nightstand, but selfishly Bash wanted nothing between them.

“Wh—what?” she practically slurred, dragging a hand through her hair, her lids heavy with sated desire.

“Condom,” he gritted, giving his impatient, weeping cock a fierce squeeze.

She emerged slightly from her post-peak haze. “I…no. I haven’t had a partner in a couple years. And my tests were negative after. I always use condoms.”