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He grips the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head. I lift my arms, and a second later, the shirt lands somewhere behind him.

Cool air brushes my skin.

Vex goes still.

His gaze moves over me, slow and hungry, and my nipples tighten beneath it.

I resist the sudden urge to cover myself.

Barely.

"Vex."

"Jesus, darlin'."

His voice has gone rough enough to send another shiver through me.

Then his hands are on me again, cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.

My breath leaves in a shaky rush.

"Fucking perfect."

He lowers his head.

"Gotta taste them."

He leans in, mouth closing around one nipple, sucking hard while his tongue flicks and circles it.

I gasp, arching into him as wet heat pulls at my skin.

His teeth graze lightly, sending sparks straight between my thighs.

"Mmm, they taste even better than they look," he murmurs against my flesh before switching to the other breast, sucking greedily, pulling the nipple deep into his mouth.

"Oh god," I breathe, hands tangling in his hair to hold him closer.

He sucks harder, alternating between both breasts, making my pussy clench and drip onto the table.

"Driving me fucking crazy, chaos." His mouth brushes my skin before he lifts his head. "Lift for me."

I do, because evidently my body has stopped consulting me on these decisions.

His hands catch the waistband of my shorts and panties, sliding them down together.

A moment later, I'm completely bare on the polished table.

The surface feels smooth and cool against my ass, a stark contrast to the warmth building between my legs.

I bite my lip, cheeks flushing as vulnerability washes over me. My body tingles everywhere, every nerve alive with the newness of being seen like this.

He kneels in front of the table, his hands parting my thighs wider.

"Spread wider for me," he says.

Then his mouth is on me, tongue stroking my pussy in long, firm licks.

I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as he sucks on my clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue.