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He shakes his head. Blatant desire ravishes me from tit to toe as he admires my bared skin. “My imagination can’t compete with this level of perfection. What I was able to picture is tarnished scraps compared to the priceless treasure you’re putting on display for me.”

I shiver at the conviction in his deep voice. “You make me sound more lavish than this fancy suite.”

Chance’s smirk reveals his dimple and naughty intentions. “Why do you think we’re here? It’s the best I could do, but it’s still far beneath you. That’s why we’re going to treat it like a filthy sex pad.”

And then he’s lowering to his knees in front of me. A gentle grip on my calf encourages me to balance on the couch’s armrest as he removes my stiletto, repeating the process with my other foot. The only thing on me—other than his constant stare—is my corsage, which seems more than fitting for a redo of prom night. Warmth snakes through me while Chance shamelessly admires me from his crouched position.

“I’m hungry for dessert,” he rasps.

“What’re you in the mood for?” My tone is teasing.

“I want you to serve me this pussy until your knees give out.”

That’s all the warning I get before his hands are between my legs. He parts my sex with his thumbs, exposing my most intimate bits. A long exhale caresses my clit and I tremble. His mouth quickly latches onto that throbbing pulse point.

I toss my head back with a gasp, thankful for the sofa’s support. Chance licks me in fast swipes that send me spiraling. It won’t take more than a minute at this rate. That must be his plan as he sinks a finger into me. The extra friction spreads tingles through my core.

Renewed hunger suddenly gnaws at me and I begin grinding against his face. The stubble on his jaw grates my sensitive flesh, giving another heightened element of sensation. An urgent moan rips from me.

Chance’s palm grabs my ass and pulls me closer. He adds a second finger to stretch my threshold. Tremors erupt in my thighs, making it impossible to hold back. Undeniable pleasure hits me and I’m barreling toward climax.

I cry out, digging my nails into the armrest. Spasms take control of my body until all I feel is relief. His tongue worships me to completion. Only once my muscles are lax and I’m wrung out does he give me a break.

“This pussy,” he rumbles against my quivering flesh. “It’s my undoing. I’d raze the earth for just a taste.”

“Good thing it’s all yours,” I mumble.

“That’s right, baby.” He leans back until my dazed stare collides with his. “You’re mine.”

Before I’ve fully recovered, Chance leaps upright and picks me up from my slumped pose. I cinch my arms around his neck while he takes us to the wall of windows that faces the Mississippi River. It’s a gorgeous view, but nothing can distract me from the man who’s always owned my heart.

The glass is cool against my naked back, offering a reprieve from the flames rekindling in my lower belly. Chance braces my weight with his forearm tucked under my ass. His other hand tears open his dress shirt. Buttons scatter across the floor, pinging off the hardwood until reaching the carpet. It’s only then I realize he’s still wearing most of his clothes.

“Get my dick out,” he demands while stripping off the ruined garment, transferring me from one side to the other in the process.

The frantic motions highlight his need for me. There’s no arguing with that. I unbuckle his belt and get to work on the button and fly. The expensive material sags to his upper thighs with nowhere to go. He maneuvers us once again until his pants fall. My hands yank at his boxer briefs, forcing them to follow the same downward path. We’re both blissfully nude and breathing heavily.

Chance presses forward, wedging himself between my legs. His cock bumps my entrance and I wiggle to align us. Once we’re lined up, he shoves his whole length into me with a single thrust.

I gasp and slap the glass with an open palm. “Fuck!”

“That’s the idea, Wildflower.” His scruffy cheek nuzzles mine. “I’m desperate for you. It’s gonna be quick and rough. Tell me if it’s too much.”

The demolition of my insides begins before I can protest. He bucks his hips forward and back like a prison inmate awarded a three-minute conjugal visit. My skull thumps against the window from the furious pounding. His hand is suddenly there to act as a cushion and soften the blow. It doesn’t diminish the thrill sparking in my veins. His unrelenting obsession is addictive.

It’s also wild and furious. I grab onto him with all my might, refusing to lose an inch of contact. Our skin slaps together rhythmically to the tune of unbridled passion. Lust and longing consume me as I let this untamed beast defile me. It’s a ride I’ll never forget.

While Chance’s dick hammers into me at a punishing pace, his other actions are gentle. His lips drop delicate kisses along my upturned jaw and neck. He grazes my throat with his teeth, soothing the sting with his tongue. Whispered vows of dedication tickle my ears. When his fingers coast along my left side, the touch is a quiet persuasion. He makes me feel cherished and claimed.

The combination of tender and hard do me in. A steady clench begins in my vagina. Chance grunts, his momentum faltering slightly. I cross my ankles at the base of his spine and begin rocking. This change of angle stimulates my clit, delivering me to the peak.

Just as I’m thrust into another orgasm, he bellows out his own release. It’s powerful enough that I can feel each spurt he unleashes. On the final burst, his hips crash into mine. His face burrows into the crook of my shoulder. We stay locked liked that as the waves of ecstasy ripple through us.

Chance straightens enough for our gazes to reunite. “Ready?”

My mind is still foggy. “For what?”

“More.” And then he’s carrying me to a different location.