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His cheeks flush, and heat darkens his eyes until they’re pure black.

“Deal?”

He nods.

I clamber around and position myself so we can pleasure each other at the same time. His fingers dig into my pelvis as he runs the flat of his tongue along my folds. Sanity quickly departs as his hot breaths fan against the most sensitive tissues in my body, and he devours me as though I’m the best dessert in the universe. Lust sears through me, and I feel like my blood is boiling. I pull him into my mouth, wanting him to share the moment.

He groans harshly, the vibration rippling through me. I use my tongue and lips and cheeks and hands to stimulate him, give him the pleasure he’s giving me.

We drive each other to greater and greater heights. I grind my hips against his face. Our love frees me, leaves me shamelessly honest with him.

He grows thicker and harder in my mouth, and I know my uninhibited response is driving him insane. I’m going crazy too, but I hold on, wanting to prolong the most basic connection a man and woman can share.

“Come for me,” he growls against my clit.

Instead of letting go, I pull him harder and deeper into me. He moans, and I say, “Not without you.”

He thrusts two fingers inside me, filling me, stretching me. He bumps against my g-spot, and I shatter, helpless to hold back anymore.

His pelvis moves once, twice, mouth fucking me, then he groans, spurting in a hot, salty froth. I drink him in greedily, loving it that I’m the one responsible for that tortured sound he makes as he comes.

He pulls me up and kisses me. The taste of us mingles, and I lose myself in him, trusting he’ll keep me safe, he’ll put my shattered self back together.

“That was…pretty amazing.” I can feel myself blushing.

“First time in the congress of the crow?”

“The what?”

“Sixty-nine. That’s what it’s called in the Kama Sutra. No idea why.”

“Oh. Yeah, first time. Alas, I’m not that, uh, adventurous.”

He grins wickedly. “We should rectify that.”

“We should.”

He brushes his lips over the tip of my mouth, then my mouth. “To new memories.”

“To new memories.”

* * *

Ava

After buying a box of condoms, Lucas and I spend the rest of Sunday afternoon and evening in bed. I can’t bear to be away from him…but at ten o’clock, I finally extricate myself from his embrace.

“I should get going.”

He takes my wrist. “Don’t.”

“I have to go to work tomorrow. I have no change of clothes here.”

“We can get the concierge to get you a new outfit. Stay.”

I smile at his near-petulant tone. “Lucas, it’s okay. I’ll be back tomorrow.” When he keeps pouting—rather adorably so—I can’t help but tease. “Unless I have to work. My boss is a slave driver who gives me so much work I’m up late.”

He winces. “That asshat was probably jealous you might go out with Jon.”


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