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Leaning in, I read the label. I glanced at him, noting the wicked gleam in his eyes. “Oh, no.”

“Obviously, she wants us to try it.”

I hopped off the counter and backed away from him. “Lennox, we can’t. That’s too much. We have shit to do.”

He inched closer to me, peeling the plastic wrap from the smaller box. “I think we have time.”

“No.” I shook my head. “We can’t.”

“You trust me?” he asked.

I nodded. “I do, but…”

“Alright then. Go get in the shower.”

Dammit. I loved when he tossed out dirty commands.

He pulled out a small thing of lubricant and opened it. “Now,” he ordered.

I eyed him as he coated theBooty Upbutt plug with gel. I ran to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stepped inside. A moment later, he joined me.

The warm water felt good on my back, and so did he. I bent over, gasping when I felt his fingers against my butt. I moaned when he pushed one inside my hole, spreading more lubricant there.

I stared at him over my shoulder. He seemed transfixed on my body, his hungry eyes devouring me. My legs shook as I waited. Finally, with his gaze locked on mine, Lennox inserted the toy slowly.

“Oh, shit,” I breathed.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, gripping my hips. “So mine.” His finger brushed against my clit, and I purred. “I’ll never stop wanting you, baby.”

“Please,” I begged. “Now.”

Pressing his erection against my pussy, he entered me. “Damn, baby,” he growled.

“Oh, God. Oh, damn.” I lost my train of thought, unable to concentrate on anything but the amazing feeling of him inside me. I was captivated by him, by us together. Closing my eyes, I savored every emotion in that moment—trust, adoration, desire, love.

Sensations almost too much to bear overloaded me, making me ache for him, for more of this. As he moved, he whispered how he couldn’t get enough of me, how he never wanted to stop making love to me, how much he wanted me, how much he loved me. And I was on the edge, so close I thought I’d explode from the pleasure. Soon, his pace increased, grew more frenzied as he pounded into me. I could do nothing but hold on for dear life, because I wasn’t going to last. Sure enough, I succumbed to a delicious orgasm. He gripped my chin, kissing me hard as he fell over with me.

I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. Then, I felt his hands against my body, smelled my soap as he washed my sensitive skin. His touch was so gentle, so tender, I wanted to weep.

When he finished, he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, where he towel-dried me and deposited me into the bed. Leaning down, he brushed his lips over mine. “Sleep, baby. I’ll wake you up in an hour.”

One hour turned into four hours, and I jumped up, panicked we weren’t going to be ready for tonight. I slid out of the bed and rushed into the living room. Scanning the area, I was surprised to find it clean. No boxes, nothing out of place. But…where is Lennox?

The door opened, and Lennox walked into the house with several grocery bags. When he saw me, he smiled. “You’re finally up.” He brushed past me and put the bags on the counter. I peeked in one of them, spotting some of the items from the list I’d made earlier.

“You went shopping without me?” I asked.

“And I hired a chef.”

Duke stepped into the house with more bags. “What’s up, B?”

My mouth fell open. “You’re here. I didn’t think you were coming.”

Grinning, Duke set his bags on the counter and washed his hands. “I never miss a party. And Len told me you needed food, so here I am.”

“Baby, you… I can’t believe you did this.”

“The man loves you, punk. Go sit down somewhere so we can get shit done before Dallas comes and tries to boss us around. Better yet, why don’t you put on some clothes?”