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That was fine—Lev didn’t plan to make her think very much about anything at all except him, apparently. He was so very good at that. She barely even noticed them moving from the living room to his bedroom because she was too focused on the way his hands worked over her body, and his kiss drowned her in need on the way.

When the backs of her knees hit the edge of a mattress, his kiss broke from hers for him to murmur, “Ass high, babe.”

She did exactly that but not before watching the sight of him drag the T-shirt over his head with one arm pulling at the material from his back. His chest really was a work of art. Defined bands of muscles that flexed with every movement, and the dark dusting of hair that trailed from his chest all the way down past the waistline of the boxer-briefs peeking out the top of his jeans.

Soon, that chest was leaning over her back and pressing her into the bed. His mouth found the back of her neck while one of his hands fisted the hair at her nape, gathering it all in a tight bunch.

“Higher,” he said into her ear.

Her ass pulled as high as he wanted her to be when he slipped an arm under her stomach and dragged her upward. The roughness as he yanked the silk from her body and down her legs was enough to have her whining. She was lost in him again. Lost in the way his hands left her hair to stroke her cheek with a soft touch before two of his fingers pushed past her parted lips. She found the taste of herself there—tart and heavy on her tongue in the best way. Grinding her ass into the erection straining through his jeans, she felt only one thing.

Need.

So much of it, she was going to explode.

Surely.

“Stay still,” she heard him say as he pulled his fingers from her wet mouth. “This is my favorite part.”

The zipper rattle had her shivering but with one of his palms flat to her back, he kept her upper half low to the bed. Denim shuffled and a wrapper crackled. That palm of his lifted from her back when the blunt head of his cock pressed into her tight slit.

His favorite part was watching his cock fill her inch by inch while his hands grabbed tight to her ass and hips to spread her wide while he did it. His fingers ached from how deep they dug into her muscles but God ... it felt so fucking good, too.

He was still big enough to make her squirm.

To have her clawing at the bed while he made her wait to be stretched to the brim and dying for him to just fuck her. All his praises and the way his tone choked with huskiness had her whimpering into his bedsheets as she clutched at anything to keep her grounded.

Every single one of his look at you and take that cock, baby wrapped her tighter and tighter until she was a coil ready to break. And when he did finally start pounding into her, Gigi was already flying.

So fucking high.

This man was a drug.

One hit wasn’t enough.

• • •

“You know, when youask a woman to stay the night,” Gigi muttered against the warmth of Lev’s shoulder in his bed, “she shouldn’t have to wake up to someone pounding on your door at ...” She lifted her head just enough to see the digital clock on the bedside table flashing with a time that surprised even her. “How is it only six?”

On another day, a six AM morning wouldn’t be that early for Gigi, but it was when she had half a dozen drinks the night before, and then spent several hours riding a cock she was sure to feel for a week.

God.

She did appreciate the size of Lev’s dick, though.

No lies there.

The wall of muscled, warm man beside her shifted with a groan. His arm stretched out before he grabbed the clock and yanked it closer like he was trying to distinguish the time through the darkness of the bedroom. Like he couldn’t see it perfectly fine—same as her.

“Go answer your door,” she said in a laugh.

“Kind of don’t want to move.”

“Me, either, but it’s not my apartment, so ...”

She left the obvious unsaid.

Lev groaned.