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“Uh, excuse you.”

His grin turns downright filthy. “Not what I want.”

Before I can ask what the hell that means, he climbs onto the bed and stretches out on his back, then closes one hand around my thigh and pulls me toward him.

I let him tug me closer until my knee lands beside his ribs, and suddenly I get it.

My stomach flips.

Sumner catches whatever just crossed my face, and his eyes drop down my body and land between my thighs. “Ride my face.”

Well, fuck me. Everything clenches at the command in his voice.

Sumner gives my thigh another squeeze. “Come here.”

I climb over him, planting my knees on either side of his shoulders while I brace my hands against the headboard and keep myself hovering a few inches above his mouth.

From down there, he has one hell of a view.

And judging by the way his eyes move between my thighs before lifting back to my face, he knows it.

“Lower.”

“I’m not putting all my weight on your head.”

His hands slide up the backs of my thighs and settle around them. “That’s literally the point.”

“Sumner.”

“Goldie.” His thumbs press into the soft flesh of my thighs. “Sit the fuck down.”

A laugh slips out of me. “I happen to like you breathing.”

“I can’t think of a better way to go than suffocating with your pussy on my face.”

“You’re completely insane.”

“Maybe.” His grip tightens. “Now stop hovering.”

“I’m serious. I’m not crushing you.”

His grin fades, and the look he gives me from between my thighs turns serious enough that I stop laughing. His arms tighten around my thighs, holding me easily in place.

“Baby.”

Something in his voice makes me stop arguing.

“I’ve got you.” His fingers flex against my thighs. “You’re not gonna hurt me, so quit worrying about it and give me what I asked for.” And then his mouth kicks into that filthy grin again. “Now sit your ass down.”

So I do. Who am I to keep arguing if the man wants to make me come on his tongue?

The second my weight settles onto him, his mouth closes over me.

My fingers lock around the headboard.

Holy shit.

His tongue works over my clit while his arms stay wrapped around my thighs, and when I reflexively try to lift myself, he pulls me right back down.