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“The other one.” She gets out.

I lift my head. “Demanding.”

“Please.”

“That’s better.”

I move to her other breast, keeping my hand on the first, and Bea makes a broken sound that nearly destroys what’s left of my control.

She squirms beneath me, thighs tightening around my hips. We still have most of our clothes on, and I’m already hard enough to hurt.

Her hand slips between us and closes over me through my pants.

I groan. God, this girl is going to kill me. Bea’s eyes widen slightly when she feels me.

“Can you tell I’m enjoying myself?” I ask.

“The evidence is compelling.”

Her fingers tighten around me through my pants, and I suck in a breath.

“What do you want, Bea?”

Her eyes lift to mine. There’s less uncertainty in them tonight. She already knows what I look like naked. Knows what I sound like when I lose control. Knows exactly what that slow movement of her hand is doing to me.

“I want you in my mouth.”

The bluntness of it sends a hard pulse through my cock.

I kiss her once, hard. “And I’m very glad I asked.”

Then she reaches for my belt.

I let her.

She opens it, pulls down the zipper, and frees me with calm, capable hands that don’t match the flush spreading across her chest.

Her gaze drops.

My cock jerks beneath her attention.

“You look pleased with yourself,” she murmurs.

“You’ve got your hand around my dick. I’m having a good evening.”

She shifts onto her knees and wraps her hand around me.

I thought having her once might take the edge off. Settle whatever this is. Instead, every new part of her I get only makes me want the next.

I don’t know how much Bea will ever be enough.

She shifts between my legs and lowers her head.

The first sweep of her tongue over the tip sends heat ripping through me. Then her lips close around me, taking me deep enough that my fingers knot in the comforter.

“Fuck, Bea.”

She hums softly, and the vibration nearly tears the rest of the words from me.