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The heat is back, rolling up and down my spine.

I’m ready to explode.

Determined to keep my impending release to myself, I hold my breath.

He swirls around my clit this way and then the other way while he pushes two fingers into my passage and curls his fingers.

A squeak escapes me.

I’m going to burst.

I’m going to die from it.

And it’s going to be amazing.

It’s coming.

His tongue flattens against my clit, and he brushes it side to side.

His fingers curl, twist, thrust.

Almost.

One more…

He stops.

Pulls away to sit back on his heels.

“No!” I hit the bed and stare up at him. My chest heaves.

He runs the pad of his thumb along his bottom lip where my arousal glistens and licks it clean.

“Time for bed, sweetheart,” he says with a wink.

I want to cry.

He climbs off the bed, his cock pressing against his jeans. He’s hard and fucking huge.

I’m so empty.

So hungry.

I snap my legs together.

“Can I have my panties now?” I say, scooting beneath the bedding. I’ll go to bed. That’s fine. And as soon as he’s gone, I’ll finish what he started.

“No.” He’s facing away from me when he reaches behind his head and pulls his shirt up and off.

The man is all muscle. He rolls his shoulders, flexing them before he tosses his shirt on the dresser and goes for his belt.

“What are you doing?” Alarm bells ring in my ears.

He looks over his shoulder, a casual smile on his lips.

“Getting ready for bed.” He undoes his belt and works his jeans over his hips, kicking them and his boots to the side.

“You can’t sleep here.”

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