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Relief filled my chest at the sound. “Yeah, I know. It’s kind of excessive, but I used to throw a lot of parties. Now, I think I’d prefer to just keep the people away from my house. Too much shit got broken or stolen.”
She nodded. “Makes sense.”
“It really doesn’t,” I chuckled. “I invited mostly rich people. Why would they wanna steal my stuff?”
“Maybe they just have sticky fingers.”
“Maybe.” I pushed open my bedroom door, trying not to remember the last time she’d been in my house. Everything had gone so wrong. Please don’t let that happen again.
I mean, I didn’t know if Lena and I were friends or just acquaintances…but I was starting to get used to the idea of us not hating each other.
“I like the skylight.” Lena pointed up to the large window on the ceiling. “But doesn’t it freak you out that someone could climb up there and look in?”
I laughed, pulling out a band T-shirt from the drawer and a pair of black boxers. “No, I don’t think about that, but there’s a screen that can be used to cover it—to keep out the light,” I added. I slid out of my shoes and jacket, and then walked back to Lena and held out the clothes. “You can change in the bathroom if you’re being modest.”
She pursed her thick, red lips. “I can’t unhook and unzip the back of this dress without help. Maeve’s friend had to do it.”
“Were none of her bridesmaids also your friends?” I asked, gently guiding her to face away from me.
“Um, not really. Most of them were from her childhood—and I didn’t know her then. They were never really around, either. The others know me, but they’re from her modeling agency, so they’re usually busy. Maeve is a private person for the most part, and we’re kind of each other’s only close friend. Her mom just wanted a big group.”
“That sounds exhausting,” I muttered, trying to keep my breath steady as I unhooked the latch at the top of the dress. My fingers brushed her skin, and my body reminded me just how good it felt to touch her.
“I think weddings are exhausting,” Lena continued as my fingers rested on the zipper. “I want a small wedding someday.”
“Small weddings are better,” I agreed, dragging the zipper downward. The material parted, exposing her bare back, sprinkled with freckles.
Fuck me.
I didn’t stop until it was all the way down, the top of her black underwear peeking out. Unable to stop myself, I ran my fingers down her bare skin. There was just something about this woman that drove me mad with lust.
Stepping closer to her, I slid the dress forward on her shoulders, expecting her to stop me. Her breath hitched at the movement, but she didn’t say anything or reach out to stop me. I pressed my body to hers, swooping her hair to the side and breathing her in as my hands pulled the dress the rest of the way.
I let it drop to the floor, revealing her bare breasts and black thong. “God, you’re gorgeous, Lena.” My lips landed on her skin, my cock roaring to life. I pressed into her ass, and she moaned, grinding her hips against me.
I guided her forward to my bed, then broke away from her, stripping off the rest of my clothes before leaning her over the side of the bed.
“Oh my god,” she murmured as I ripped her underwear down around her hips and then spread her legs. My eyes took in her glistening pussy, and I dropped to my knees.
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Ifelt his tongue glide into my slit, and I moaned out, mostly in pleasure but also in surprise. My legs trembled as his hands ran over them, spreading me wider for him. I’d never been bent over and eaten out this way before…
“Your taste is so fucking addictive,” Jackson growled, just before burying his face in between my legs. He covered every inch of me, licking, kissing, and caressing me. I began to whimper, my pleasure already rising. I hadn’t come into his home with any intention of letting him touch me like this.
But then he unzipped my dress in a sensual way.
And that was all it took for me to break down and let him have his way with me.
“Jackson…” I cried out as his tongue dove inside of me, nearly sending me over the edge right then and there. He growled in response to his name, which only served to turn me on even more. I rocked my hips against him, desperate to feed the ache building between my legs.
“Oh fuck, baby,” Jackson groaned, leaning back and slapping my ass. “You’re so good.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks and I flushed, loving the words—and not questioning them in the moment. I ground my hips against his face, and he once again shoved his tongue inside of me, gyrating against my entrance.
And I couldn’t hold it back any longer.
