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His eyes hold mine and he gives me a slow, sexy smile. Butterflies dance in my stomach at the intensity of his gaze; it could start a fire. “What?”

“You are completely delusional if you think anything could drag me away from you.”

I smile softly.

He shrugs casually. “It’s just not happening.”

“You know, for a big, tough guy, you say some pretty romantic things, Mr. Ferrara.”

He pats his lap, and I go to him. “Do you feel better now?” he asks as he slides his hands around to my behind.

“Yes.”

“Do you still wish I was a delivery person?”

I giggle as I get a vision of him driving a delivery truck. “Actually, I do.”

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My back arches, and I wake to the feeling of my toes tingling.

His strong, thick tongue sweeps through my sex, and my legs open wider instinctively.

Fuck. A Rici Ferrara wake-up call.

I put my hand on the top of his head and look down at him. His eyes are closed as he licks me up. He lifts my legs over his shoulders.

“Good morning, Rici,” I whisper.

He smiles against me. “Hmm,” he hums. “It is a good morning.”

He pulls back and, with his eyes locked on mine, his pale pink tongue licks me slow and deep.

My insides clench. He is so fucking hot, I can’t deal.

He loves this. He loves my taste. He loves the act. He loves to give me pleasure.

And, dear God, does he ever.

With his eyes locked on mine, he begins to flick his tongue in a way only he knows how, and I lose my mind. His big, red lips are glistening with my arousal.

I’ve never seen a more gorgeous man.

My man.

He begins to really eat me as I writhe beneath him. He goes up onto his knees, puts his hand down to his cock, and he begins to stroke it.

I can see the pre-ejaculate beading. His strokes get harder, as does his tongue, and I can’t hold it.

I love this about him, I love that he has to touch himself when he touches me.

It’s the ultimate turn-on. “Get up here,” I whisper.

He smiles into me, and I grab a handful of his hair to drag him up to me. He brings my legs with him, still over his shoulders.

He slides in deep, and we both moan as we fall still.

Hearts are banging hard in our chests against each other. Our eyes are locked. He’s so broad that he stretches me to the max, every damn time.