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“What I need is to get you out of this.” I hastily finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders.

It fell to the floor, leaving his chest bare. I paused to appreciate him—the subtly defined muscles and smooth skin I’d been yearning to explore again.

We stood before each other, breathing deeply.

“I could look at you all day,” he said, voice just above a whisper. His gaze roamed over me like I was something precious.

I leaned in, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, then his collarbone, then the center of his chest. Each contact drew a soft gasp, his breath catching as I moved lower, my lips mapping a path to his waist.

“You’re teasing me,” he murmured.

Dropping to my knees, I looked up at him, waiting for his consent. He nodded, desire darkening his eyes.

“Do it. Please.” Huskiness roughened his voice.

I worked to undo the button and slowly unzipped. His erection strained against his boxers, even more impressive than I remembered. I slid his pants down, my fingers tracing from his hips, down his quads, and then to his calves. He stepped out of the pants, kicking them forcefully to the side.

Then I pulled down his boxers to get to his hard and ready cock. Wrapping my hand around the base, I gave a gentle squeeze before taking him in my mouth. This time, my need kept me from more teasing.

“I love how much I make your cock twitch.” I darted my tongue across his head between words.

His body tensed, his hips moving in rhythm with my movements. “Ethan,” he gasped, fingers tangling in my hair. “Feels so good.”

“Ethan…” My name became a mantra on his lips, each repetition filled with urgency. Every time he said it, the fire in me grew exponentially.

His thighs trembled beneath my touch as I continued sucking him down. But I didn’t want him to come this way. Not yet. I wanted to stretch this moment out, discover everything there was about him.

Pulling back, I looked up, a smirk playing on my lips.

He chuckled, the sound intimate in our private space. “You’re evil.”

“Maybe,” I conceded, pushing myself to my feet, my heart racing. “But I think you’ll love it.”

His smile stole my breath. Those brown eyes I’d been falling into for days held something new—something that thrilled me. “I do. I love you.” He added extra emphasis on the “you.”

The words hit me with physical force, making my heart soar. I’d circled this truth for days, so many times when the words had almost escaped. In this perfect moment, everything clicked into place.

“I love you too.” Raw emotion roughened my words. “So much.”

I closed the small distance between us, drawn to him like a magnet. Our kiss was transformed—different from all we’d shared before. Love poured out, honest and raw.

When we separated, I searched his face, committing this moment to memory—his eyes filled with the same emotion thundering through me. “You realize that’s the first time we’ve said that?”

“I do,” he murmured, cupping my face. “And I’ll say it again and again. I love you.”

We stumbled toward the bed, hands exploring everywhere, lips locked. As we fell onto the mattress, his hands were all over me, learning every curve of my body. I vibrated with all the stimulation, unable to contain my moans.

Breaking the kiss, he moved lower, his lips blazing a trail down my neck, chest, stomach. He paused at my hips, his fingers hooking into my shorts. His eyes asked the question. I nodded, lifting my hips so he could slide them off. He didn’t think twice about tossing them to the floor.

Andre took me in his mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. A gasp escaped me, my hips bucking at the sensation. He sucked me deeper, finding a rhythm that unraveled me.

My fingers clutched the comforter as ecstasy built. I had no words—only guttural sounds escaped as tension coiled throughout my body.

But like I’d done to him, he pulled back before release.

“Payback,” he murmured, a teasing smile on his lips.

I chuckled. “I suppose I deserve that.”