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She leaned back, pulling her hair up and fluffing it over her shoulder so I had the perfect view. And, damned if it wasn’t a glorious view. She was a big, fine woman, the type that had curves a man could grip and get lost in.

I’d never seen cups on a bra that big, and she was still spilling out the top of it. How in the hell all of that was concealed beneath church clothes and modest frocks, I’d never know.

I tugged my shirt over her head, unable to take my eyes off her for even a moment. I ran a hand over her calf, pushing that long, delicate skirt up past her knees so I could plant mine between them.

“How did you hide all this from me?” I teased sliding a hand beneath one knee, as I stretched out over her and stole another kiss.

She made a sound like I was being silly, but it twisted into a completely different noise, when I started trailing kisses down her neck and upper chest. She smelled amazing, a warm, sweet vanilla perfume that lured me into the soft valley of her breasts, it didn’t matter that they weren’t freed, I was content to feast on the mound of flesh spilling out. I felt her pressing and shifting beneath me, a moment later, the bra came loose. I nuzzled it down her chest, leaving it tangled between us while I took turns tormenting one side, and then the other. Brenna looked amazing even with her clothes on, but seeing her topless and feeling those heavy tits in my hand was beyond anything I expected. I sucked at them until she was squirming and gripping my hair and breathing heavy.

I gave her a short reprieve while teasing my whiskers over her belly and kissed each hip. Her mouth opened slightly, like she was contemplating stopping me. I pressed her thigh against the back of the sofa, my other hand taking up a grip behind her knee once more. She didn’t take her eyes off me as I slid the skirt higher and gripped above her knee, I buried my face against the front of her skirt and mouthed at her through the fabric. Her legs shook and slowly relaxed a bit. I pushed the skirt up, only to realize she was bare underneath.

“Miss Brenna,” I somehow managed to act shocked.

“Hush, you.” She cocked a brow and brought her leg from the back of the sofa to my shoulder and placed enough strength behind it to encourage my head toward her pussy. Her right hand tangled in my hair and her hips rolled until I felt the kiss of soft, shaven lips against my mouth.

I wasn’t sure what I expected, but I didn’t have any complaints, I smiled and slowly began to torment her with my tongue. I didn’t just lick and tease, I made it my life’s mission to make her dance on my face while all those manners were out the window.

She didn’t disappoint, either, though it was a battle to keep myself between her legs for another round when I chased her over the edge the first time. She was gripping my hands, and shoving them away, seemingly at a loss of whether she wanted more, or couldn’t take it.

I traced her pussy with my fingers, taunting the entrance as much as I was her clit. She huffed and panted, until I shoved them inside and started to curl. Her eyes rounded, and her hands jerked free. She gripped at her hair and bit her lip while I pummeled and slurped.

She cried out, her legs shaking violently around me. I stroked her hips and kissed her thighs, giving her time to recover momentarily before I slid my fingers between hers and pulled up onto my knee. I stood and guided her onto her knees.

“My legs aren’t going to hold me.” She laughed, while clinging to the top of the sofa.

“Don’t worry, if they won’t, I will.” I murmured behind her, while skimming kisses along the back of her neck.

She’d been willing enough, but I still took my time, unzipping. I smeared the head around her pussy, a warning, a threat…

Her low, needy groan was all the invitation I needed to bury myself in her. Once I did, I couldn’t stop.

Sofa be damned.

I wanted to hear those demanding, pretty sounds coming from her and see just how much she could take.

It was worth the effort. Her hips writhed and wiggled, forcing herself back at me and it was over from there.

I nipped at her back and tugged her hair, encouraging her to come back for a kiss.

Her face was glowing, her eyes somewhat wide. I was scared for a minute that she might have regrets, but my concern melted when she smiled and kissed me back.

Her hand carried a slight tremble when she returned from the washroom.

“You alright?” I started toward her but made no attempt to take her into my arms.

Not until she gave that little nod and broke into an odd smile, “It’s just, well… I never thought…”

“I get it,” I nodded.

Patrick had told me once that they married young, so, I hadn’t figured she’d cozied up too many men beside him.

“It’s kind of odd, isn’t it?” Her laughter and the twinkle in her eyes, made me smile even if I didn’t have a clue what she was talking about.

“What is?”

“I went from being the widow of a federal agent, to spending time with–”

I tipped my head, curious to what label she would choose.