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“Please.” I’m not even sure what I’m begging for anymore.
“Patience,” Beau warns against my sensitive skin.
His mouth trails lower, down the center of my chest, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the way. When he reaches my stomach, he pauses, hands sliding to my hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties.
He takes his time, his knuckles brushing against my inner thighs as he works the fabric down my legs. When they reach my ankles, I step out of them, now completely naked before him.
Beau remains on his knees, looking up at me with such intensity that I feel stripped bare in more ways than one. His thumbs press into the soft flesh of my inner thighs, spreading me open.
Then he leans forward and presses his mouth directly to my clit.
I cry out, one hand flying to his shoulder for balance as my knees threaten to buckle. He gives one hard suck before pulling back and rising to his feet.
“Bedroom, Red. Now.”
Yep. Don’t need to tell me twice.
I make a beeline for it. I’m halfway down the hall when his palm connects with my ass in a sharp smack. God, why is that so hot?
I’m just about to push through the door before his arms wrap around my waist from behind, lifting me clean off my feet.
“Too slow,” he murmurs against my ear, and his teeth graze the lobe just hard enough to make me moan.
He carries me the rest of the way to the bed and lays me down with surprising gentleness before stepping back, his eyes never leaving mine as he begins to undress.
His movements are efficient and purposeful. Shirt first, revealing that broad chest I’ve been fantasizing about since our first encounter in the hot tub. When he pushes his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, I can’t help the soft gasp that escapes me. He’s magnificent.
“You’re staring,” he says, his voice rough with amusement as he steps forward.
“Can you blame me?” I say, propping myself up on my elbows. “You’re kind of a lot to take in.”
I part my legs instinctively as he lowers between them, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs wider.
He trails a finger up my center. “You’re soaked,” he says, voice thick with satisfaction. “Is this all for me?”
“Yes.”
I’m rewarded with the brush of his thumb against my clit.
“Good girl,” he praises, the words sending another rush of heat through me. “I’m going to taste you. And you’re going to stay perfectly still. Understand?”
I nod frantically, already trembling with anticipation.
“Words, Red.”
My voice wobbles, but I manage to get them out. “Yes, sir.”
And just like that, I stop breathing.
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Beau
She’s a vision laid out before me, all copper hair and pale skin. Legs spread, eyes half lidded, lips parted. Fucking perfect. The flush spreading across her chest, the rapid rise and fall of her breathing—all of it tells me she’s as desperate as I am.
Whitley, the woman who never stops talking, is silent and waiting for me. For my touch. My command.
