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“You don’t have to.” I smiled. “Drew and I will clean it up.”

Her brow arched as she looked at Drew. “You heard her, Jane. We’ll clean up.” He winked.

I thanked Jane for dinner, and she headed home. Drew took hold of my hand and showed me around his nine-thousand-square-foot, six-floor townhome.

“Why does one man need all this space?” I asked.

“It’s an investment. Liam and I bought our townhouses at the same time. Both were in foreclosure, and we got them for a really good deal.”

“Maybe I need to take some investment advice from you.”

His hands firmly grasped my hips. “I’d be happy to give you investment advice.” His lips gave way to a warm smile.

The fire burning inside me intensified. The way his fingers lightly pressed against the fabric of my pants and the smile that touched my soul left me wanting more of him at that very moment. I’d never wanted sex with anyone as much as I wanted it with him. It was all I could think about every time he was near me. I was falling, or I had already fallen. I didn’t know. I was lost in him, but I was also lost inside myself. His head leaned in, and his lips were mere inches from mine. There was no way I was going home tonight.

His hand left my hip and cupped the side of my face as his soft lips pressed into mine. Our tongues met with excitement, and our kiss deepened. My fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt, and when the last button was undone, Drew swooped me up in his arms and carried me up two flights of stairs to his bedroom.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he spoke in a low tone as he put me down, took off his pants, and stared romantically into my eyes.

Lifting my shirt over my head, I tossed it to the ground while Drew’s fingers reached behind and undid my bra. His tongue immediately slid across my chest, exploring each breast with passion. To be touched by any part of him was exciting, and the vibrations down below were out of control. Taking his hand, I slid it down the front of my pants, desperate for his touch. His smile grew as he felt the wetness emerge from me. Hooking my fingers into the sides of his underwear, I pulled them down and grasped his hard cock. He gasped as his lips once again met mine. Stroking him up and down, his chest puffed, and he took in a deep, exhilarating breath.

“I want you so badly, Jillian. I can’t control myself,” he spoke as he removed my hand and pushed me up against the wall.

He got down on his knees, as his tongue slid down my abdomen. Gently removing my panties, he spread my legs apart and tasted the pleasure he gave me. My hands roamed through his hair, and the light moans that escaped me became louder with each flick of his tongue against my clit.

“You taste so sweet and beautiful,” he moaned against me. “Come for me, baby. Give me more. Give me what I desire.”

His words. His moans. His mouth pressed against me, and the finger he dipped inside sent me into oblivion with an orgasm I’d never forget. My fingers tightened around his head, and my legs stiffened, giving him what he wanted. Standing up, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up against the wall. My weary legs wrapped tightly around him as he thrust into me, moving in and out rapidly.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered against my ear.

“So do you,” I spoke breathlessly as his firm grip on my ass tightened.

“Come with me, baby. I need to feel you come with me.”

He didn’t need to tell me since I was already there. My legs tightened themselves around his waist as another orgasm swept through me.

“That’s it! That’s it!” he shouted as his thrusting slowed, and he exploded inside me.

Our hearts beat in sync at the speed of light as his warm breath swept over my neck. He held on to me as if he was never letting go. Carrying me over to the bed, he lay me down, still buried deep inside, and hovered over me. His eyes stared into mine before he dipped his head and softly kissed my lips.

“Stay here with me tonight,” he quietly spoke. “I don’t want you to leave. I want you in my bed where I can hold you all night long.”

My lips gave way to a small smile, and I softly whispered, “I will.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Drew

As I stroked her soft hair, I kissed the top of her head.

“I have a charity event to attend on Friday night, and I would like to know if you’d be my date.”

She lifted her head from my chest, and her eyes locked onto mine.

“I’d love to go with you. Where’s it at?”

“The Bank Ballroom over in the Financial District. It’s Connor Black’s annual autism gala.”

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