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“You’re crazy,” I tell him honestly.

“Oh, baby. I’m a lot worse than that, trust me.”

Any response I might have had is quickly forgotten when his lips find mine once more and his fingers go for my waistband.

I should tell him no, force him to back up and at least go out the back where we can have a bit of privacy, but I don’t. I can’t find it in me to even form the words as he kisses me so deeply, I forget my own goddamn name.

Lifting my hips, I help him out as he tugs my jeans and knickers over my hips and drags them down my legs.

My Converse hit the floor with a thud and my clothing quickly follows.

“Oh fuck,” I moan, my back arching when he runs two fingers through my pussy.

“You’ve been thinking about everything I said last night all day, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” I cry. “Please. Toby, please.”

“Did you get yourself off to images of all the things I told you I wanted to do to you?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Why?”

“B-because it wouldn’t have been the same. I wanted you. I needed you.”

“Right fucking answer, baby.”

He rewards me by pushing two thick fingers inside me and curling them to hit the most blissful spot.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” I chant as he works me, remembering just how incredible he was last weekend and all the reasons I’ve been dreaming of a repeat ever since.

The angle changes, and when I rip my eyes open, I discover why.

His knees hit the floor, and he leans forward, swiping at my swollen clit with his burning hot tongue.

Holding myself up on weak arms, I watch every second of him working me higher and higher with perfect precision.

In only minutes, I’m balancing on the edge of what I know is going to be an earth-shattering release.

Every single one he gave me last time was nothing if not mind-blowing, and I know this time is going to be no different.

He doesn’t let up until he’s dragged every second of pleasure out of me.

“Just as sweet as I remember,” he confesses, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, hiding his grin.

Reaching out, he grabs the bottom of my shirt and tugs harshly. The remaining few buttons fly off, pinging around the shop as they come to a stop.

His fingers grip my hips and I’m dragged off the counter and placed back on my feet.

My shocked gasp rips through the air when his fingers collar my throat, a whimper of need ripping from my lips.

His head dips and my lips part, ready for the kiss I so desperately need… but he never gives it to me.

“Turn around and bend over. I want to see your pretty pussy before I fuck it so hard you’ll be feeling it for the rest of the weekend.”

“Yes,” I moan, quickly following orders as I gasp, a shudder ripping through me as I press my heated skin to the cold counter.

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