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“What if I tell you I’m impressed?” she said, leaning forward again. And this time, it wasn’t his fork she was searching for. Her mouth found his mouth, and she kissed him gently before moving away to whisper in his ear. “What if I tell you I already know that tonight’s going to end … with the two of us in bed together.”

“I’d say,” he growled gently—and she’d never known it was possible for someone to growl gently, but that’s exactly what he was doing, his voice caressing her, and the sweet possessiveness in his tone was so hot, it was hard to concentrate on his words. “I’d say you should eat quickly so we can get back home.”

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Beau

She had strong hands.

Her fingers dug into the meat of his shoulder, pain and pleasure merging together until Beau didn’t know where one stopped at the other one began.

God.

It was the kind of pain that could have been relaxing, except he knew Valentina was the one on top of him—knew her sweet little pussy was sitting right above his ass as she worked his tight back muscles, and the thought had him hard all over.

“If you mean to relax me,” he growled. “I can tell you it’s not working.”

“No?” she asked innocently. “But I’m only touching your back.”

“Well, I can feel you everywhere,” he said.

As she laughed, he shifted his body around and wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her right on top of him. “Let me show you what you’re doing to a particular part of my anatomy,” he said, pressing his cock against her entrance, his boxer shorts and her panties the only thing stopping him from getting inside.

Val whimpered, the sound letting him know she wanted that, too.

“Take your boxer shorts off,” she said, her eyes hooded with desire.

“You take them off for me, baby.”

She pulled them off quickly and kneeled beside the bed, lowering her head and kissing his cock—then wrapping her lips around it.

Jesus.

Her mouth was warm and wet, and for a moment he lost all ability to speak.

“That’s not … that’s not what I meant,” he stammered when he finally found his voice.

“I know. But I want to,” she said. Her eyes lifted to meet his, and it was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen, her staring at him, with her lips pressed against his cock. “If it’s okay?”

“It’s … fucking incredible,” he said.

It seemed to be all the encouragement she needed to take him into her mouth again. He stopped trying to think, and just enjoyed the sweet heat of her mouth as she bobbed up and down on his cock.

“Stop,” he finally begged, his voice raspy from disuse. “Stop, or I’m going to come.”

Valentina

She stopped and looked at him, but kept her lips wrapped around his wonderful cock.

Wondering if he meant it.

If he really wants me to stop.

“Okay,” he finally said, raising his granite gray eyes to meet hers. “I’m okay.”

She brought him back into her mouth slowly, gauging his response. He didn’t disappoint. His entire body tensed, from his big, strong toes—and she’d never, in her entire life, considered that toes could be an erotically charged part of the body—all the way up his calves and thighs, his hips pushing his cock deeper into her mouth until she almost gagged.

“God. You’re going to kill me,” he finally groaned, pulling her off his cock. He easily lifted her until she was lying on top of him on the bed—then rolled them both over so she was trapped underneath him.