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She holds out her hand, extending one finger. Unlike a few minutes ago, it’s not her middle finger this time. “Just one more rule.”

I raise my brows in question, and she presses that finger to my lips. “Shut up when I tell you to shut up.”

I grin and nip her finger. Her eyes widen in surprise, and she gasps when she pulls her hand back.

“I can think of a way to keep my mouth busy.”

Staying seated by her waist, I turn away from her gaze and grab one of her legs, behind her knee. Lifting it, I kiss her soft skin just inside her ankle. Her skin is so delicate compared to my rough hands, but I can feel her toned calf muscles—probably earned from days of hiking and skiing—shift in my palms.

I drag my lips farther up her leg toward her knee, nipping and kissing along my way. She grabs my other wrist, and I feel her start to squirm underneath me.

“Sly,” she whimpers and I kiss her again, this time on the wolf tattoo on top of her thigh. I lower her leg back down onto the couch and trace my fingertips along the hem of her flannel shorts. “God, why are you such a tease?”

I look at her over my shoulder, and while she might be feigning annoyance, I can see the lust in her eyes as I lower my mouth back to her thighs. “There’s no rush, Bunny. Just enjoy it.”

She doesn’t protest me using the nickname this time. I take that as my permission to keep taking my sweet time and enjoy her. I press my lips higher on her thigh and slide two fingers under the hem of her loose shorts. My cock throbs in my jeans when I feel her slick inner thighs.

“Fuck, Josie,” I grit out the words in a strangled groan. “If you need me this bad, you do not have to ask. Find me, and I’m yours to use.”

My fingertips ghost over her slit and she writhes beneath me. I give her more, teasing her swollen clit while I kiss and suck on her inner thigh. As much fun as teasing her is, I want more too. So I bite the hem of her shorts and hook my fingers into the waistband and pull them off. She’s bare to me from the waist down now, and I feel my own need for her reaching a crucial point as my erection strains my jeans.

I do my best to ignore the situation in my pants and instead focus on the work of art in front of me. Hooking my hands behind her knees, I spread her thighs open and lick my lips when I look at her wet pussy. I can’t wait any longer. I dive in, bringing my mouth to her. I swirl my tongue over her aching pleasure point, not caring about the moan that works its way up my chest when I’m hit with her sweet taste. With each flick of my tongue, I confirm that there’s possibly no other place I’d rather be than between this woman’s legs, worshipping her. With her stomach pinned under my chest, I feel each and every move she makes while I lap at her, and I love that instant feedback.

She swivels her hips and presses her sex into my mouth. “Shit.” She drags out the word. “I hate that you’re so good at this.”

“No, you don’t,” I rasp against her soaked core before cupping her ass and plunging two fingers into her cunt.

She tries to buck up, but my bare chest is molded against her warm body, and she’s not going anywhere until she comes for me. I curl my fingers and work them inside her in rhythm with the strokes of my tongue.

I suck on her clit, and her nails dig into my back.

“It’s three to one, but it’s about to be four to one,” I murmur when I feel her pussy tighten around my fingers.

“You still count orgasms?” She pants. “I thought you would’ve outgrown that by now.”

I chuckle and hold her clit between my teeth. “Yours are the only ones I count.”

I continue working her into a frenzy, fingering her sweet cunt and teasing her when one of her hands rests on my knee. I tense, wondering which direction she’s going to take that hand because if she goes much lower, she’s going to feel the top of my prosthetic. Fortunately for me in more ways than one, she drags it over my jeans, up my thigh, and onto the bulge in my lap. I don’t stop what I’m doing when I feel her fumble with the fly of my jeans. A second later, I feel the relief when she succeeds and eases the strain on my cock. It’s short-lived because her hand dips into my boxers, gripping my shaft and firmly pumping.

“Holy shit,” I groan. “You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”

“No,” she says, her voice takes on a mischievous tone even as her breathing becomes more frantic. “I’m not going to let you come until I get to ride this cock.”

True to her word, she doesn’t stroke me again. She holds my cock in her tight fist while I continue to pleasure her and drive her closer to the release I want to give her.

I don’t need to see her to know I’m doing just that. I know her body, I know her. It’s obvious from the way her stomach is hollowing, and she’s arching up into me, that she’s going to erupt. Each time my tongue slides over her clit, I feel her hand tighten and relax, and tighten again, on my aching cock.

Knowing that I’m giving her some sense of pleasure—some sense of relief, some sense of anything that she needs or wants—is enough for me to forget that she might be out of my life again very soon.

CHAPTER 25

JOSIE

Good Angle

I’m starting to remember why I loved him more than anything or anyone that’s ever been in my life.

It’s not the glorious display of muscles in his back rippling while he feasts between my legs.