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His breath feathers across my earlobe. “You haven’t seen anything yet, darling’.”

My body roars with a blast of erotic heat.

I tilt my head backwards and close my eyes, allowing myself to drift to this mysterious cavern of stark desire. His hands glide down over my chest and he cups each breast with a gentle but commanding hold. I can feel his breath on my face as he leans forward. My pussy clenches in response.

Without warning, he pinches one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezes hard enough to make me cry out. Despite the sharp sting of pain, my back arches, practically begging for more.

Lucas doesn’t disappoint. He rolls each hard bud between his fingers, alternating between flicks and pinches, while one hand kneads with pulsating intensity. I’m so caught up in the rhythm that when it stops, my chest aches with unexpected loss.

My eyes flit open, surprised—thrilled—to find him fully in the water now, his smoldering gaze burning into my skin with want. And damn if I’m not ready for him to take me. Here.

Now.

He hesitates, as though waiting for permission.

My voice cracks. “I want you.”

The words spur him into action. His tongue sweeps across his bottom lip just as his hand slides between my legs to roughly pry my thighs apart. A stream of jet water pulses against my lower back, tickling the entrance of my anus. Before I can shift, Lucas’s fingertips graze across my swollen clit.

I inhale fast, shocked by the intensity of his touch. Every nerve ending in my body is at full alert, buzzing with anticipation. My senses are on hyper drive, desperate to taste, touch, smell every inch of this incredible man.

Lucas slides closer, cupping one hand against my pussy, and then dips his head to take a nipple into his mouth. His lips close around the hard nub and begin to suck. I tilt my head back and gasp. The stars overhead twinkle like jewels, a constellation of tiny diamonds looking down on me, us, this amazing snapshot in time.

What the hell are you doing, Eden?

There is no time to analyze, consider regrets or consequences. I want this—him—too much to assess my actions, consider the ramifications. And so what if I give in? It’s one, blissful night.

Don’t I deserve that?

Lucas roams from one breast to the other, giving each nipple equal attention, every nip of his teeth grating on my self-control. My orgasm builds swiftly, and it takes all of my resolve not to give in to its pulsating need.

“You like when I touch you,” Lucas says, not a question, but almost a command. He rubs my pussy, applying just enough pressure on my clit to make me flinch, the intensity almost too much for me to handle.

I can only moan in response, my voice a near whisper against the whir of the jet streams and the soft music that ripples through the air. His teeth scrape against my breast as one finger slides into my sex. My hips shift to give him better access, and my thighs spread wide.

It’s as if I have no control over my movements, my limbs positioning themselves, obeying some kind of silent command.

“That’s it, baby,” Lucas murmurs, and my stomach twists into knots.

It’s not just his voice that has my guts swirling. I’ve never been fucked in a Jacuzzi before, and it’s perhaps ironic that this first collides with my fear of heights, jacking up my adrenaline with alarming speed. My mind drifts to the city below, and I wonder if anyone is staring at my naked ass. What do they see when they look up? Our blurry silhouettes or something more scandalous and raw? My pulse thrums. I know I should feel shame, but the heady thrill of erotic adventure clouds any hovering guilt.

Lucas slips his hands under my buttocks and swiftly lifts my hips out of the water so that my pelvis aligns with his mouth. He inhales deep, breathing in my musky scent, and then hitches my ankles over his shoulders, and pulls me close. His teeth nip at the wet flesh between my thighs, inching closer and closer to my pussy. I dig my heels into his muscles, sucking back a squeal.

“Relax,” he says, between nibbles. “And it won’t tickle so much.”

I concentrate on breathing, on not flinching, on holding very, very still. But when his tongue glides between my slit, my hips involuntarily buck and I bite down hard to keep from crying out. Water splashes up onto the deck and drenches my hair, toppling over my champagne glass in its wake.

Lucas’s chuckle is muffled as he dives deeper into me, swirling his tongue around my clit. “Oh fuck,” I say, and begin to pant, then almost grunt with each breathtaking swipe. He is sucking hard now, drawing my tiny, ultra-sensitive organ into his warm mouth and mashing his face against my swollen vulva.

The intensity is overwhelming, overpowering. I grip the sides of the hot tub, bracing myself for the oncoming climax. It’s too soon, I think, but am powerless to stop the vibrations that have begun convulsing along my spine. I grab Lucas’s head, pushing his mouth, his tongue, deeper inside me.

“Don’t stop,” I say, gasping. “Fuck me, don’t st—” The plea ends in a scream as the first orgasm rocks through me. My hips buck, sending hot water up over my stomach and across my hips.

And just when I think it will stop, Lucas sucks harder, drawing out a second tidal wave that rips through my core. His fingers grip either side of my anus, stretching it open with tiny, pulsing tugs. I’m too shocked to feel anything but pleasure.

The last of my climax pulses into his greedy mouth, and he laps up every drop.

When at last he releases me, I sink back under the water, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and exhaustion. “Jesus. What the fuck was that?”