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I clink my fork against his, heat spreading up my neck. He’s made me feel cherished. Light. Appreciated, and more than a little pampered. Contentment settles around me, but there’s still that nasty vile voice that tells me this is all temporary.

Tonight though? I shove that bitch down.

“Thank you so much again,” I tell the chef, walking her to the door while Gage gets us both a new glass of wine. As soon as she’s out the door, I shut it a little too quickly and turn, watching Gage. The chef was amazing, her food was delicious, but I’m ready to have my man alone.

He catches me watching and a crooked smirk works across his face. “Thirsty?”

“Something like that,” I murmur, pressing my back against the door.

Gage strides over, both wine glasses in hand, and as he gets closer, I tip my head, holding his darkening gaze. He stops a foot away, offering me a drink. I take it and bring the glass to my lips, holding his stare and taking a sip. I lick the droplets off my lips as I swallow.

I hum. “Delicious.”

“Can I taste?”

“Maybe.” I take another drink, purposefully getting wine on my lips before lowering the glass.

Gage holds my chin between his thumb and forefinger, closing the distance between us. My heart tumbles over itself as his tongue swipes along the seam of my mouth. “Hmm, that doesn’t taste quite right,” he murmurs, as he sets his wine glass on the table by the door and then does the same with mine.

“You should probably try again.”

“I think I will,” he rasps, resting one palm on the door and using the other to guide my lips to his.

I sigh into his kiss, and grasp the front of his shirt. Gage starts slow, chaste, even, but with each caress of his tongue on mine, he deepens it, demands more, kissing me until my head spins and I’m lost in the rhythm he’s set for us. Need spreads through my core, an ache only he can fill.

We break apart. Gage pulls back, eyes hooded. “Something still isn’t quite right.”

My eyebrow lifts. “Oh?”

“I think I know what’s wrong.” Both of his hands find the hem of my dress, knuckles brushing over my thighs.

I bite my lip as he sinks to his knees, pushing up the dress at the same time until the only thing that’s covering me is my lacey black thong. He grabs the band between his teeth, gazing at me through his eyelashes before he lets it snap back against my skin. I hiss at the sting.

He grabs it again with his teeth and drags it down my legs. He smooths his palms over my calves, helping me step out of the flimsy garment, before he draws them up the inside of my thighs. “This is exactly what I need.” The deep roughness in his voice sends a shiver of excitement down my spine. He pats his shoulder. “One leg.”

Suddenly I’ve become the world’s greatest listener. I drape my right leg over his shoulder right as his calloused hands find my ass. He pulls me closer, breath fanning my pussy, and looks at me through those thick lashes again.

He kisses me, far from what I want him to do while he’s on his knees. My grumble of frustration has a dark chuckle rushing out of him. He bites my hip and I gasp, hips rolling forward on instinct.

“Gage.”

“Hmm?”

“Are you going to eat me out or not?”

“Don’t rush me,” he scolds, biting my other hip before kissing away the pain. His fingers knead my ass as he kisses every spot down there BUT the one I want. Anticipation shudders through me whenever he gets close. My body is on fire, and I’ve never been so frustrated.

When I make a noise of complaint, he shushes me. I scowl down at him only to find his irises dancing with pure fucking glee. The man knows he’s torturing me and he’s reveling in it.

I thread my fingers in his hair, tugging hard enough to warn him that I’m not playing around. “If you won’t do it, I’ll go get my vibrator.”

He pauses, pinning me with a serious look. “You shouldn’t have threatened me, Lily.”

There’s no time to respond because he buries his face between my thighs, sweeping the flat of his tongue through my slit before circling around my clit. I shamelessly grind into his mouth, but he doesn’t mind, if anything, Gage likes being suffocated by my pussy.

He traces around the sensitive nerves faster, with purpose and determination. He slips one of his hands between my legs and pushes two thick fingers inside me.

“Yessssss,” I rasp, happy he finally gave me what I wanted. That is until he pulls back and sits on his heels. “What are you doing?”