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I may not have this chance again, and I’m not going to pass it up.

We do have a limited amount of time here, but I’m going to make the most of every second.

Both of her hands are tangled in my hair now, and her tongue comes out to taste me tentatively.

I drop my hands to her ass and squeeze. “Take what you want. Be bold, Sutton.”

Now she practically whimpers, but her tongue definitely moves more boldly over my lip, then slips inside. I answer with a long stroke of my own, proud of her while also filled with hot lust.

I know she needs praise, and I want to tell her what a good girl she is, but my mouth is too busy at the moment.

She arches closer, straining to get her body against mine, so I do the only thing that makes sense: I cup her ass and lift.

Her legs automatically wrap around my waist, and I press her into the wooden beam at her back, relief flooding my system at having more contact even as my lust wants more and more.

Her thighs tighten around me as her fingers curl against my scalp, and her kiss becomes even bolder.

She’s small, my palms covering both her ass cheeks fully, and I’m afraid that if I truly let go, I could hurt her between my size, strength, and the raging need inside me.

I pull back, breathing hard, staring into her big blue eyes. “Thatta girl.”

She stares at me for just a moment, then suddenly giggles. “Thanks.”

I squeeze her ass. “In case it wasn’t clear, this is what I want too.” It’s very important that she knows this.

She might have been the first with a crush, at least the first to acknowledge it, and I am ninety-nine percent sure she is the one coming into my house and taking care of me in her own sweet, nurturing way, but I need her to know how I feel.

Her pupils dilate a little more, and her fingers flex against my scalp. “So we’re not just friends?” she asks.

I lean into her, making sure that she feels the hard length of my cock grind between her legs. “Not just friends, Pumpkin.”

The little breath she sucks in tells me everything I need to know. She likes all of this.

“But—”

Before I can tell her what’s about to happen, the sound of voices coming down the path floats to us on the air.

She stiffens in my arms.

“That’s the team,” I tell her. “I asked them to come out and help me clean this place up. Including your brother.”

Her eyes widen, then she starts to wiggle. I let her down, and she runs a hand through her hair, then licks her lips.

She looks up at me. “How do I look?”

“Like a guy who’s crazy about you just kissed the hell out of you.”

Her hand flies to her mouth, but I can see the pleasure in her eyes.

I give her a grin. “Stop blushing. That will help.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t know if I can. And I don’t think it’s a blush. I think I am just turned on.”

Heat slams into me. I really want her to be more straightforward about the things she’s feeling and what she wants. But I realize that might kill me.

I reach up and drag my fingers through her hair. I straighten a few strands around her face, but mostly I just wanted to touch her again. “Maybe we can do that again sometime. When no one is about to walk in on us.”

“You knew he was coming out here.”