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CHAPTER TEN

JAY

Of course, the little shit decides to sniff every goddamn blade of grass twice before he decides to pee in the same exact spot he uses every day. By the time I get Salty back upstairs, my heart is pounding double-time in my chest, and my cock is ready to tear a hole through my pants.

I jab my keycard and bolt inside, kicking the door shut behind me. Salty takes one look at my face and figures out this is not the moment to test me. He lets out a huff and lets me plop him on the sofa, no drama, just resigned dog energy. I turn on his cartoons, toss the remote on the cushion, and I’m already peeling my shirt off as I charge down the hall.

I push the bedroom door open to find Nadia sprawled across the bed, naked, a river of wild hair spilling around her face and shoulders, and her blue eyes soft and hungry. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted, and she’s breathing shallow and fast. Every line of her body says she’s been waiting for me.

I take her in for a full ten seconds, imprinting every detail in my mind. The soft curve of her belly, the way her thighs taper to those delicious hips, the long, delicate column of her neck, and every beautiful inch of her stunning body. She’s shivering, either from anticipation or the AC, but I’m about to make her burn.

“You’re goddamn gorgeous,” I rasp.

Nadia’s eyes rake down my body as I rip away my pants and underwear, leaving everything in a pile on the floor, because I can’t wait a second longer. She bites her lip, and I watch the little shudder travel all the way down to her core. I want to worship her.

My cock is so hard it hurts. “Are you just going to stand there and stare, or are you going to come over here and make good on your promise?” she teases, her voice a little shaky.

I grin, but it’s not a smile. It’s a warning. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

Her breath catches. “I was ready for you ten minutes ago.”

I prowl over to the side of the bed and grab her ankles. Her eyes widen as I slowly drag her toward the edge. I spread her knees wide and drink in the sight of her slick, glistening pussy.

“God, look at you.” My voice is a low rumble. I kneel between her legs, and she watches me, a hot flush blooming across her cheeks.

Her thighs are trembling, but she doesn’t flinch when I hook my hands under her knees and push them up, exposing every pink, wet inch. She’s already dripping for me. My mouth waters at the sight.

I lean in, inhaling the scent of her. “Fuck, you smell so good. I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” She squirms, whimpering, her hands digging into the bedding under her.

I run my lips up the inside of her thigh, biting softly, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses. Her skin is soft and warm and tastes sugary-sweet. I take my time, savoring her little gasps every time my stubble scrapes along her skin. I glance up, and she’s watching me, pupils blown and huge.

I nuzzle closer, letting my breath tickle the folds of her pussy. Then I flatten my tongue and drag it up from her opening to her clit, slow and firm. She shudders and lets out a sound that is half-moan, half-sob.

“Oh my,” she groans as her hips rock up to chase my tongue.

I circle her clit with my tongue, soft and lazy, teasing her until she’s writhing. Every time she tries to grind against my face, I hold her steady and keep my pace excruciatingly slow. I want to drive her out of her mind.

Then I dip my tongue inside her, tasting her, savoring every drop. She’s so wet for me, I can’t help but groan into her pussy, which makes her arch off the bed.

I slide a finger inside her, curling it up and hitting the spot that always makes her toes curl. She clenches tight, already so close. I add a second finger and thrust slowly, matching the rhythm of my tongue on her clit.

Nadia’s hands fly to my hair. She tugs hard, holding me in place. “Oh, fuck, Jay—don’t stop, don’t stop, please, I⁠—”

I double down, sucking her clit while my fingers fuck her slow and deep. Her thighs tremble, and her whole body goes rigid. She’s right on the edge.

I pull back just enough to watch her face. Her mouth is open, her eyes glazed. “Look at me,” I command.

She forces her eyes open, locking onto mine. I want her to see everything I feel for her, all the love and need and possessiveness.

“You’re going to come for me,” I growl, my voice raw. “Right now.”

I suck her clit hard, and that’s all it takes. Her whole body seizes, back arched, hips grinding up into my face. She screams my name, and her pussy clamps down on my fingers so tight I almost lose it myself. She pulses around me, soaking my hand, her thighs shaking uncontrollably.

I don’t let up until she’s whimpering, begging me to stop. I ease off, gently licking her clit, then kiss my way up her trembling body. I lick a salty tear from her cheek before kissing her mouth, slow and deep.

She tastes herself on my lips and groans, “Wow.”