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There are moments in a man’s life when he understands with perfect clarity that he has made the correct decision.

This is one of them.

Her control unravels by degrees. Her breathing uneven, hips undulating against my mouth. The hand in my hair goes from tentative to demanding.

Her head is tipped back, eyes closed. “If I would’ve known⁠—”

I slide two fingers past her lips, curling them inside her as her entire body shudders.

“Oh, f-fuck you.”

I grin against her pussy. “Working on it.”

A helpless laugh tumbles out of her, dissolving into a moan, her thighs clamping around my head.

If this is how I go, Simon is going to have to come up with a tactful press release.

I can feel her getting closer in every frantic movement of her body.

I reach for her hand, lacing our fingers together, and when she finally comes, my name breaks apart on her lips as her grip tightens around mine.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen or felt anything more beautiful.

I crawl back up the length of her body.

She catches my face between both hands. “Your turn.”

There is absolutely no universe in which I survive Serena Harper saying those words.

She rolls us, and I let her.

Mostly because I’m eager.

Partly because the sight of Serena straddling me temporarily disables voluntary movement.

Her palms flatten against my chest.

She kisses me, then trails her mouth down my throat, lower.

I angle my head just enough to catch every second of her swallowing my cock.

My head drops back against the mattress. “Fucking hell.”

She makes a pleased sound, and it vibrates along the length of my spine.

I let the soft strands slip between my fingers before catching myself and starting to pull away. But Serena reaches up, closes her hand around my wrist, and guides me right back to where I was, holding me there long enough to make it clear that she wants my hand exactly where it is.

My fingers tighten, and she hums around me in approval.

She takes me deeper, my hips jerking involuntarily.

I last another thirty seconds.

Maybe. That’s probably being generous.

Time has ceased to function.

I catch her gently beneath the chin. “Stop.”