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“Nope. And this is just the start.” He kissed her again, taking in the lust in her eyes. His hand went to the tie on her robe, and he opened it.

His heart stopped, and his chest expanded as he took her in. She was incredible. All curves, soft lines, and sweetness.

“Striker, is this a good idea?” Her hand hovered on her chest.

He took her hands and kissed each one in turn. “It’s the best idea I’ve ever had. Lie back.”

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, and he growled.

Her eyes sparkled as she relaxed on the couch.

“Perfect. Now, watch me go down on you.” He opened her legs and traced his fingers up the inside of her thighs.

She shivered under his touch and moaned, her eyes fixed on him.

It was torture not to devour her. Not to fill her with his aching cock. But this wasn’t about his pleasure, not that this sight wasn’t a delicious thrill. This was about Wren.

He kissed his way up each thigh until he reached her sweet spot, enjoying the tiny shivers and groans she made.

“Watch me,” he whispered. He parted her wet folds and licked her.

Her gasps intensified, one hand reaching for his head. Her gaze was hot and full of longing.

He stroked her clit with his thumb while his tongue went to work, exploring, tasting, and teasing. She tasted hot, wet, and sweet. He could stay here forever.

Striker’s cock felt about ready to explode. He wanted to take her so badly but resisted. He breathed in her arousal and kissed her clit before taking it into his mouth and sucking.

“Oh! Yes, that’s so good.” Wren bucked her hips and grabbed his hair.

He kept his gaze on her as he thrust his tongue against her, two fingers sliding inside her wet, tight opening.

He stroked and teased, focusing on her clit as she moaned and thrashed against him. This was her weak spot. He’d make sure to remember that and always give it special attention.

“Stars! Please, don’t stop,” she begged.

He grinned, slid in another finger and stroked her.

Wren threw back her head and moaned.

Striker sucked on her clit, using his thumb to add extra friction.

She gasped, everything tightened, and she let out a long, low moan as her insides clenched around his fingers.

He ached with the desire to enter her, but he stayed where he was, planting kisses on her trembling skin, tracing his tongue over her sweet, wet folds, and exploring how amazing Wren was.

“Striker, that was...” She raised a hand and let it drop on her belly.

“I’m happy to say it was.” He kissed up her stomach and teased her hard pink nipples with soft caresses.

“I... I didn’t expect that when I found you in my room.”

“It wasn’t my plan.”

“Well, as apologies go, it’s the best I’ve ever had.” She smiled at him then giggled, her cheeks and neck flushed pink.

“I’ve never said sorry like this to anyone.”

“It works for me.” Wren stayed on the couch, one arm hanging over the edge. She lifted her head and looked around. “Hey, have you seen Dinky?”