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Mia’s closet had a full length mirror and Tate saw firsthand the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed:
Mia loving on him.
Her skirt was riding up and he saw the cleft of her ass and sweet Jesus the panties matched the bra. Her golden hair was draped over his thighs and her hands splayed on his chest as she kissed lower…
“Fuck, Mia,” he said.
The sight of her and the feel of her hot mouth on him was going to end this before it started. He gripped her shoulders and raised her up.
“I thought we went over this,” she said in that sexy boss kind of tone.
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nbsp; “I hate to admit it sweetheart, but you have me on edge already.”
He helped her to her feet and good lord the woman was perfection. He hadn’t gotten a chance to really enjoy her at the bar, really see her and appreciate her the way he wanted.
He ran his palms down her flat belly and she shivered a little, but he didn’t stop. Instead kept going down. Feeling the smooth tone skin of her thighs, knees, then came back up to grip that perfect ass of hers.
“I-I know what you mean,” she whispered.
When her eyes fluttered shut, Tate couldn’t help but touch her more. Especially when she responded to him the way she was. With his hands under her skirt, he gripped the band of her panties and eased them down until they fell to the floor. She stepped from them and threaded her fingers through Tate’s hair.
He kissed her bellybutton and skimmed his hands up her thighs once more until he came to the juncture.
Lingering, he glanced up to find her looking down at him with lust and want in her eyes. She sighed softly. “Please.”
Running his mouth from her stomach to hip, he teased her entrance. She was hot and wet though he barely touched her.
She arched her back, reaching with her hips to deepen contact. So he gave it to her. Slowly, he eased his finger into her core.
She gasped and swayed on her feet, but when he found that sensitive spot inside, he hooked his fingertip and stroked.
“Oh, god, Tatum.” His name on her breathy little moans was tearing at his self-restraint. He wanted to take his time. To explore her the way he didn’t get to before. But she kept pushing her hips toward him, urging him to take her farther.
He withdrew and returned with two fingers and watched as her breasts rose on a deep breath and her creamy skin pricked with chill spots. She was tight and wet and Tate was about to lose himself in the moment. But his focus was on her.
He covered her swollen clit with his thumb and pumped his fingers in and out. Her grip on his hair tightened and her breathing grew faster and she trembled. A fresh surge of her pleasure coated his fingers and he knew she was close.
“Tatum…” she gasped his name.
He’d waited his whole damn life for a woman like her to say his name like that. Waited for her. Something so primal came alive and he needed to take her in every way until a gasp would no longer suffice. No. She needed to scream it.
“I’ve got you,” he said and wrapped his free arm around her, holding her while he stroked her with the other.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned and her inner walls clamped around him as her entire body shuttered.
With his chin against her belly, he looked up and watched every emotion play over her face as she came apart in his grip. Eyes squeezed shut and sweet lips parted, she gently shook and moaned as she flooded his fingers. She was so fucking beautiful it actually hurt to look at her.
Slowly easing out, her eyes opened and she looked down at him. Without warning she cupped his face and mashed her mouth against his. He didn’t have time to grin with pride, because she climbed up on his lap, straddling him.
“Condom,” she said between fervent kisses. “Now.”
Blindly reaching for his pants on the ground, he finally found them and pulled a condom out of his back pocket. She was kissing his neck, then bit his earlobe. Making it really difficult to unwrap the thing and get it on, but finally he reached between their bodies and accomplished the task.
He barely had his hands out of the way when she sank down on him, impaling all her sweet heat on his cock.
He hissed and clutched her hips, his idea of going slow good and gone.
