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Colton groaned deep in his chest, the sound primal, raw, and impossible to resist. His hands gripped my waist, firm and unyielding, as he brought me closer to him.

My back hit the next section of wall with a soft thud, and he pressed into me, his body warm, and every one of my senses flooded with sensation.

“You think I’m letting you stop now?” he rasped, voice low and gravelly as his lips found mine again, claiming them with a fire that burned hotter than any of the thoughts telling me this was a bad idea.

The wall was cold but his touch was molten, and any shred of resolve I had left melted under the weight of him.

“No, you stubborn bastard.”

I shoved Colton off me, sending him stumbling back against the table—the same damn table where he’d been purposefully teasing me. His hands gripped the edge for balance, but now he breathed heavily, his chest moving up and down in long, deep breaths.

The look in his eyes said it all. He knew exactly what he’d been doing with the leather straps—the slow, deliberate way he’d handled them. There was no chance he’d been doing that just for the camera.

My breath came uneven as I glared at him, my chest heaving with a mix of frustration and something far more dangerous.

I should’ve stormed out, regained control, done something. But all I could think about was how thoroughly he’d played me—and how much I’d let him.

There was no way I could post that video now.

Or…maybe I should. Maybe that would be the perfect revenge for the way he’d unraveled me without even trying, because I’d know exactly what went on after the camera stopped rolling.

Colton’s smirk deepened as he leaned back, his voice low and teasing. “What’s the matter, Sunshine? Can’t handle the heat?”

That stupid fucking nickname.

I stared at him. His lips were glistening from me, his hands braced behind him. And that cock? Full. Hard. Dangerous.

I smirked like the Cheshire Cat, my grin wicked and unapologetic as my gaze lingered on his impressive length. Moving slowly, deliberately, I closed the distance between us, savoring the tension crackling in the air.

His glare was sharp, a warning clear in his eyes, but I ignored it. Instead, I sank to my knees before him, my movements unhurried, intentional. I swear I heard the grown man whimper.

He stood tall now, towering over me, his head tilted ever so slightly as he watched me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.

God, he was breathtaking. Every inch of him screamed power, and it was maddening. If I lingered a moment longer, I’d need a mop for the mess my desire was about to make.

Colton reached down and cupped my cheek, angling my face up toward him. He rubbed his thumb along my skin, the movement tender and endearing.

While keeping my eyes locked on his, I reached up and undid his belt buckle quickly, followed by the button of his jeans. I pulled down the fabric, revealing his length. I was going to take this man in my mouth and make him pray to whatever he believed in. But my main goal was to destroy any other blow job for him in the future.

“Eleanor.” He called my attention back to his face and away from his length. I glanced up, batting my eyes. There was a gleam in his, he was putting the choice to do this so publicly in my hands.

I nodded, biting my bottom lip. “I like the idea of someone watching us.”

Colton let out a low groan and pushed himself toward me. “Then open up and fill that bratty mouth with my cock.”

Slowly, I slid the tip of him inside my mouth and sucked. I used my tongue to tease the tip and slowly pushed him deeper. My eyes closed, pumping his shaft in and out as I continued to take him farther.

Colton moaned and put his hand on the back of my head, gripping at strands of my hair. I sucked and twisted my mouth along his length before I pulled away and applied just enough pressure with my hand as I took his tip in my mouth.

“You taste so good,” I moaned, humming against the velvet skin.

Sending a glance in his direction, Colton had one hand resting behind him on the table as he braced for me. His attention was on the ceiling, which I assumed was because he’s been focused on not releasing too quickly.

As much as I loved the taste of him, the feeling of his soft heat in my mouth, I wanted him inside me even more.

Instead of standing and simply demanding that he fuck me, I made the one move that sent every man into a spiral. I took my hand and gently caressed his balls, playing with the sensitive skin. Colton’s gaze flung toward me, his jaw clenching so hard I swore his molars were going to crack.

Using one finger, I gently tickled the seam, still enjoying his taste on my tongue.