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She swallows thickly against my palm. “And what about tonight?”

“My only goal is to make you feel amazing… Well, actually, I guess I have two goals. I also want you to come so hard you’d never consider letting anyone other than me touch you. If I have any say in it, it’ll be the first time of many. I told you, I don’t do one-night stands, so I have all the time in the world to see what makes you tick.”

“Didn’t take you as the possessive type,” she chuckles, but her voice is still a little shaky.

“You have no idea.” I hate how she doesn’t see what I do and demand, “Take it off. All of it.” Giving her space, I take a step back, and she pushes off the mirror. My eyes don’t leave hers as she slowly removes her shirt. No matter how tempted I am, I don’t look down, keeping my gaze fixed on her face.

Sloane admits softly, “When I picked this out, I secretly wanted you to see it.”

I brave a peek, and it’s a black, lacy bra. Taking a small step closer, I slip my finger under a strap and slide it off her shoulder. As I kiss her soft, bare skin, I whisper, “Best purchase ever, but for the record, you’re even more stunning when you’re wearing my shirt.”

“That’s not true, but I’ll make you a deal: I’ll get as naked as you are.”

“Are you sure you want to make that bet? I have no issue stripping down to nothing right fucking now.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” she chuckles. “I could probably time you and it would be under fifteen seconds, so you’re not allowed to take anything extra off until I do.”

I love how she’s softening for me and happily oblige, removing my sweater and shirt. I can’t help myself, pulling her to me and kissing her again. She tastes like fucking heaven. Needing more, I move in front of her and tilt her chin to keep her eyes on me. “You have a deal.”

While I kick off my shoes, she does the same, bending to take off her socks. She nearly loses her balance, so I gently hold her arm to keep her from falling. It doesn’t deter her, and she continues, seductively sliding her pants down before I can.

“Oh, so it’s like that?” I laugh, unbuckling my belt. Once my slacks are off, I fall to my knees, hooking a finger into each side of her matching underwear, waiting for her to give me the green light. “Your call.”

Covering my hands with hers, she guides them down her legs until we reach her knees. I help her out of them, and it takes everything in me not to taste her, just like this. I last precisely five seconds and prop her leg onto my shoulder, kissing the inside of her thigh. As I draw her soft skin between my teeth, I suck hard, eliciting a sweet moan from her.

Sloane tangles her hands in my hair, guiding my lips up her leg, and I’m fucking obsessed with how she’s craving me as much as I am her. “Tell me what you were really dreaming about last night,” I ask between gentle kisses on her thigh.

“I… um… You don’t want to know about that.”

I lick once up her wet center, swirling my tongue around her clit. Just once. “Tell me,” I repeat a little softer.

“I don’t remember all of it,” she admits, her words becoming increasingly broken as I continue teasing her with my tongue. “But it was about you.”

As a growl festers in my chest at her admission, my cock swells in my boxer briefs. I don’t ask for additional details, desperate to hear the same moans from last night. Pressing my ring and middle fingers into her tight pussy, she gasps as she falls forward and braces herself on the mirror. I get to work building her up, curling my fingers while swirling my tongue around her swollen clit. She bucks against me, seeking more, so I drive my fingers deeper and add one more.

“Oh my fuck. Yes, right there,” she pants. I don’t let up, using her little shivers and whimpers to guide me. Grinding against my face, her movements quicken, and it doesn’t take long before she’s soaking my chin. Satisfaction washes over me as her walls clench around my fingers in little pulses while I help her down from her orgasm.

I glance up, and her head is lolling back as she catches her breath. I carefully move from the floor and stand behind her, wrapping an arm around her middle. “Eyes on me, beautiful.” With a deep sigh, she meets my gaze in the mirror. “This is the part where I tell you that you did so well and were such a good girl for me.”

Sloane coughs out a laugh but surprises me by reaching for my cock. “I’m a lot of things, but a good girl definitely isn’t one of them.”

13

SLOANE

I’m still a little orgasm-drunk and don’t quite process what’s happening, only that I’m being lifted up and over Wyatt’s shoulder again. “What are you doing?” I giggle, playfully swatting at his back.

He smacks my ass, making me laugh harder, and tosses me onto the bed. Like before, he cages me in with a hand on either side of me to hold himself up. As I reach for his boxer briefs, he grips my wrist, then brings it to his lips, kissing my palm. “I thought we had a deal.”

“I’m already naked,” I scoff with a fake eye roll.

“Last time I checked, you’re also wearing one article of clothing. You said I can’t remove mine until you take off yours.”

I glance down, my new bra on full display. “Well, fuck me. You’re right.” I arch my back and unhook it, then toss it to the floor. “Your turn.”

Wyatt pushes off the bed to remove his underwear, his cock springing free like one of those drinking bird toys. He’s long and thick, but I shouldn’t have assumed otherwise. With how tall and built he is, it’s proportional. Not too big, not too small, just right. Goldilocks’ kryptonite.

Lazily stroking his cock, he admits, “I should’ve asked earlier: anything I should be worried about?”