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Carefully, I sit up. My hands don’t even shake as I unbutton the bodice of my dress and slip it off my shoulders, leaving me in just my panties.

He groans, dragging his thumb across his lower lip, his eyes burning with hunger.

“You’re mine, Kaylie. Every inch of you belongs to me.”

I don’t even bother reminding him that he’s wrong. Today, I do belong to him. Hell, at this point, I’ll gladly be his as long as he wants me.

The ache in my core intensifies. I just know that if he were to touch me, he’d find me hot and wet. I should be mortified, but I can’t bring myself to care.

My nipples are hard, brought to peaks despite the fact he hasn’t touched me yet. My skin tingles with awareness. I want him. Need him. Based on the bulge in his pants, he’s on the same page.

He catches me looking, and that breaks our stare-off. Instantly, he’s over me, straddling my hips as he takes my wrists and presses them into the mattress on either side of my head.

Judge nips at my lips, along my jaw, and up to my earlobe. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” His question comes out as a groan. “I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you.”

He trails kisses down my throat and along my collarbone.

His hands release mine as he continues lower. My eyes squeeze shut when he turns his attention to my breasts. He stares at them for a moment, almost in awe, before taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking.

I gasp when his teeth graze the tender skin, and he pauses to grin wickedly at me before lavishing attention on the other.

“Your tits are perfect, Kaylie. All of you is perfect.”

He trails a finger between my breasts, down my stomach, and lower.

My hips buck, and I gasp when he takes the flimsy lace of my panties in his hands and rips them free.

“Judge!”

“Touch yourself.”

“Wh-what?”

“Touch yourself,” he repeats, his eyes hooded. “Show me what you like.”

He reaches behind his back and pulls his shirt free. Then he shucks off his jeans, his cock springing free.

I’m momentarily stunned at the sight of him. It’s not the fact that he wasn’t wearing boxers that makes me lose my train of thought. It’s his size. How he’s already hard and swollen, red and beautiful, and all mine.

My eyes trail up his abs to his face, where that cocky smirk tugs at his lips.

“I’m not going to ask you again, Kaylie.”

“But I’ve never…”

He steps closer, promise in his eyes, and I tentatively do as he asks. One finger, then two. I moan, and my eyes roll back. I didn’t realize just how sensitive and ready I was until now.

“Fuck,” he groans over me. “Fuck, Kaylie. Just like that.”

My eyes open and are immediately drawn to his hard length. He drags his hand along it, giving it a firm tug before closing the distance between us.

At some point, he retrieves a condom. His searing gaze burns into me as he rolls it on, his intent clear.

This is happening.

Without warning, Judge kneels before me, replacing my fingers with his mouth. He sucks, flicks, and lavishes my clit with attention while two fingers fill me in firm strokes.

“Oh, God!” I cry out, my whole body stiffening.