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Soren’s fingers inch toward my center, teasing the edge of my panties underneath my skirt and brushing over my swollen clit.

I hum my consent. There’s no stopping us tonight. Truth be told, I wasn’t interested in stopping yesterday, but cooler heads prevailed and Soren made the right call.

But tonight’s a completely different story.

Tonight I’m Little Red Riding Hood submitting to The Wolf’s demands.

I loosen the hold I have on his hair and trail my fingers over the scruff against his jawline. The sensation reminds me of how he rubbed his mouth along my inner thighs. I undulate my hips, hoping for more of him to fill my emptiness inside.

My hands glide over his bunching shoulder muscles as I move back up along the corded ropes of his neck, stroking over the mound of his pecs, and then travel further down his abdomen. He sucks in a sharp breath when I land on the waistband of his jeans. I flirt with the button, running my knuckles over the soft trail of hair that leads underneath.

And then I go for the kill, sliding my palm over his thick erection. Soren drops his head back with a deep, desperate groan, and his fingers dig into my ass.

“Mein Gott,” he curses, swinging around and walking us toward the couch, where he sets me down along the chaise I’d admired. His penetrating gaze roams over me with a hungry flicker of desire.

I reach up to undo his jeans, tugging them open and over his hips, letting go of the material so it drops to the floor at his feet.

I let out a surprised gasp when I find him naked from head to toe. Soren is not wearing any underwear, and his hard cock is proud and heavy in front of me, ready for every single part of my attention.

My eyes flash to his face as I marvel in this discovery, my fingernail circling the crown. “Is this on purpose?”

He smirks.

“No time.” He shrugs. “Sorry. Not sorry.”

I can’t hide the pleasure that forms my delighted smile, and I tentatively run the pad of my thumb along the underside of his cock. “No apologies necessary.”

My mouth lands on the hard plains of muscle in his abs. Admiring the gorgeous work he’s put into his body, I trace them with my tongue and then my inquisitive fingertips. They expand and contract with each featherlight touch.

Without breaking eye contact or asking permission, I skim my knuckles over the velvety steel of the underside of his erection. His dick twitches at my touch and he mutters something in German when I wrap my fist around the base and run the flat of my tongue up the bulging vein of his cock.

When I reach the tip, I swirl the crown with my tongue, savoring the beads of salty wetness at the top, eagerly flicking the slit as he fists my hair in his tight grip. A whimper of desire escapes my lips.

The moment I decided to come over to see Soren tonight, I knew what I wanted. My visit may have been under the guise of business, but it was always my hope that the business would lead to pleasure.

And here we are. Getting down to business.

Since the first time we met, and every instance since, my attraction to Soren has grown like a sunflower chasing the sun and has thrown me into a defenseless tailspin.

It has never been my intention to sleep with one of my brother’s teammates, but Soren is too hard to resist.

A rush of fresh desire floods through me as I part my lips and cover the head of his cock with my mouth. He says my name like a prayer. “Ali.”

I work him to the back of my throat, consumed by his taste, squirming with need. I swallow hard and Soren exhales a sexy, ragged breath. When he pulls my hair to get me to stop my ministrations, I give him a mutinous glare.

“Hey, I’m just getting started,” I say, my voice raspy. My hand is still tightly wrapped around his girth, and he looks down and plucks my fingers off, one by one. His eyes are dark and heavy with desire as he stands tall above me. I wipe the corners of my mouth with my finger and thumb and tilt my head to the side.

“I want to make you come.” I feel oddly rejected like I did yesterday, and this time we have no risk of getting caught. I’m ready and willing, and he’s still putting the brakes on.

Soren hovers over me, one hand pressed into the chaise. His tongue raids my mouth in a claiming stroke. When he pulls back, he says matter-of-factly, “A woman always comes first.”

“Such a gentleman. But”—I want to ensure I get this out there before we get too far ahead of ourselves—“do you have a condom?”

He nods his chin and his eyes flash. “Upstairs.”

He extends a hand, and I place mine in his warm palm, letting him pull me to a stand and lead me to the staircase.

As we near the steps, I stop, and the motion has him jerking back. He stands completely naked and turns to look at me with a question in his gaze.