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The waterfall roar of our breath.

The slow, sweet ignition deep inside me, hotter than a wildfire and just as unpredictable.

He picks me up effortlessly, turns me around, and slams me against the counter.

Something rolls off it and crashes to the floor, but we’re both past caring.

My legs lock around his hips, pulling him closer,closer.

His cock’s weight moves against me, and thank God for those evil sweatpants, because I canfeelthe way he throbs when I fist his t-shirt in my greedy shaking fingers.

No one’s ever done this.

No one’s ever made me this ravenous while we’re still fully clothed.

He draws my bottom lip into his mouth and sucks.

Pure pleasure spikes, spirals, sinking into my core.

I grind against him like the helpless thing I am, loving how he groans.

“Clee,” he rumbles.

And he breaks away, both hands framing my face now, thumbs stroking my cheeks as he holds me in place.

His searing breath scorches my face like a delicate flower being burned. I tighten my legs around him, just in case he’s having second thoughts.

Even in the dim light, I see the hunger in his eyes, a desert night alive and restless with so much color.

“Don’t stop.” I lick his lips, messy and wet.

“We should—”

“Fuck you,” I throw back.

He chuckles. He actually laughs, and it must be funny when he’s reduced me to his toy and we both know it.

“Asshat,” I hiss. “If you were serious, I’d scream right in your ear.”

“Go ahead. I plan to make you scream, little girl.” When he looks at me now, his eyes are very, very dark.

Holy shit.

If any part of me wasn’t liquid before, it instantly melts. My pussy throbs with my pulse, racing to my ears, hollowing me out.

“You’re so arrogant, but you come by it honestly. I want that big cock,” I whisper, reaching between his legs, loving how he bares his teeth when I squeeze him.

Girthy doesn’t begin to describe it.

This man is part tree.

And he makes another feral sound—something deeply animal resonating from his soul.

“You want honest? Start by making me come with that mouth.”

I gasp with delight.

I’m still pretending to be Miss Confidence, but he has me all kinds of screwed up.