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“I’ll buy lingerie,” I say, breathless.

“You don’t need it.”

A blush creeps up the side of my neck. “Fancy panties don’t turn you on?”

“You turn me on.”

The words come easy, slick and well-practiced. I force myself not to think of the other women he’s said them to and marvel in the way he carefully, gently, touches my body, as though worshipping each inch. Every hair on my body stands at attention as I wait for his lead.

It’s always like this, the anticipation of what he’ll do next.

He crawls onto the bed and hovers over me, pinning my wrists to the sheets with his weight. The heat of skin against skin ignites like it’s on fire. Reaching with one hand, he pushes my hair off my shoulders, allowing clear access for his tongue to swipe along my throat. I crane my neck, inviting him to nibble on my earlobe. His teeth and mouth work in unison, and I writhe under him. Just when I think I can’t take any more, the low vibrato of his voice thrums against my eardrum, unleashing a fresh wave of warmth. Unable to control myself, I wriggle beneath his body, pawing at his chest, desperate for access to any part of him.

Kiss me.

When at long last his mouth finds mine, I part my lips to allow his tongue inside. The kiss deepens quickly, becoming more urgent and desperate. I can scarcely catch my breath. He devours my mouth in a frenzy that kick-starts my pulse and sends it into overdrive. My heartbeat cranks to full speed.

“I want to taste every inch of you,” he growls.

And I absolutely believe that he will. His mouth moves from my lips to my jaw, and down the slope of my neck. He nips at my shoulders, and trails his tongue between my breasts. His breath is hot, the air cool. Wicked sensations scream through me. When his tongue pauses to circle my nipple, I begin to pant.

“Jesus, Lucas…”

He pays no mind to my weak protest, and cradles my nipple between his teeth. Gently, he begins to suck. The pressure softens, intensifies, ebbs and flows. Dear Lord, I want it all. Everything. Now. I arch my hips, meeting the push and pull of his rhythm, and without warning, my insides begin to dance with ecstasy.

I tamp back the emotions gathering at the base of my throat, reminding myself that the foundation for this indecent arrangement is nothing more than untethered sex. But sweet Jesus, it will be worth it. Whatever reservations I may have once had, I have no doubt about that.

My hand finds the back of his head, and I draw his hair into my fist, pushing his mouth harder against my flesh. He nips, sucks, bites down hard enough to make me cry out, before dragging his lips to my other breast to give it the same undivided attention.

My fingertip rolls around the free nipple, raw from his teeth. No matter how hard I try, I can’t mimic the motions, the tinge of surprise that both pleasures and pains. But my frustration is cut off by the sweeping rise of a climax that seems to unfurl from somewhere deep in my core. It’s with shock that I realize I’m so turned on, even the subtlest brush against my pussy could trigger an orgasm.

I’m sure it must be wrong to feel such carnal lust, but for me there is no turning back from this.

Lucas pulls his mouth away and sits upright to unbutton his jeans. He reaches down to spring free his cock, and I suck in a gasp. His size always startles me. And the sight of it—hard and ready—fills me with wanton desire.

I need him inside me.

Need him to mark me, make me his.

Just need him.

“You’re so sexy,” I whisper.

His mouth twists and his eyes go hungry. A subtle shift and he’s off the bed to finish undressing. His eyes lock in on my pussy, and his tongue slides across his bottom lip. I’m sure my juices have soaked through my panties and I love that he can’t tear his gaze away. In this moment, he belongs to me.

Lucas kneels at the edge of the bed and puts his hands on my knees to pry apart my legs. I spread wide to make way for his mouth. His five o’clock grazes the inside of my thighs, the light scratching making me flinch.

“Relax…”

“And it won’t tickle,” I finish, though I don’t know how much stock I can put into that advice right now. I concentrate hard, but the second his tongue dives into my crotch, my hips buck almost involuntarily, and I grip the sheets tight in my fists. I turn my head to the side, burying my cheek against the pillow.

His voice is muffled against my pussy. “Be still, darlin’, I don’t plan on missing a drop.”

The floodgates erupt. Hot juice flows between my thighs, wetting the comforter, maybe soaking right through to the mattress for all I can tell. A whimper sneaks out from my throat. I want to beg him to touch me, taste me, suck me dry, but the second his mouth closes in around my throbbing clit, it’s game over.

All I can do is pant.

The orgasm starts to build. I force it back, drawing out the pleasure for as long as I can. Please God, don’t let this night end. His tongue plunges into my pussy, pulls out, dives in again and again. I hold on to the side of the mattress as he devours me, curling the sheets under my fingers so tightly my knuckles go white.