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Her hand works the base of my shaft in time with her mouth. Confident. Unhurried. Like she has every intention of finding out exactly how far she can push me.

I gather her hair into one hand so I can watch.

That’s a mistake.

Her cheeks hollow around me. Her eyes lift to mine, dark and completely aware of what she’s doing.

The sight punches straight through my control.

“That’s it,” I say roughly. “Just like that.”

She moans around me, and the vibration tears another groan from my throat.

Then she pulls back.

Before I can protest, her fist tightens around my shaft, and she lowers her mouth beneath it.

Her lips brush over my balls.

My entire body locks.

“Fuck.”

She kisses one slowly while stroking me, then draws it carefully into her warm mouth.

A broken sound leaves my throat.

I’ve had women try almost everything with me. I’ve spent years convincing myself nothing can catch me off guard anymore.

She releases me with another soft kiss and moves to the other side, her hand never stopping.

Pleasure gathers hard and fast at the base of my spine.

Then her free hand moves to her breast, fingers closing around the nipple I was playing with moments ago. I could come like this. Far too easily. Let her keep dismantling me with that clever mouth until there’s nothing left. But watching her touch herself like this while she works me snaps something possessive and hungry loose inside me.

I ease her off me.

Bea looks up, lips wet and cheeks flushed. “What?”

“I’m not done with you yet.” I growl, pulling her up and flipping her over.

She settles over me without hesitation, knees bracketing my hips. Her bare breasts press against my chest as she kisses me, hard enough that my teeth catch her bottom lip.

I roll us, putting her beneath me. She laughs softly as I lay her back on the bed and pull her leggings down. Her hands move over my shoulders as though my body already belongs beneath them.

Maybe that’s what’s getting under my skin.

How quickly this feels natural.

I run one finger along the edge of her panties before pressing my palm between her legs.

Her breath catches, but she doesn’t look away. Instead, she lifts her hips deliberately into my hand.

Confident. It’s so fucking hot I have to grit my teeth.

I stroke her slowly through the lace, watching the pleasure move across her face.

She’s already wet enough that I can feel it against my fingers.