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He turns his attention to my other breast, licking and sucking until I’m practically melted on the floor. Then finally, finally, his hand slides over my belly and down between my legs, pressing lightly through the silk.

I moan.

“Oh, baby,” Dash bites down lightly on my neck. “You need me here?”

He rubs a slow, hypnotic circle against my clit.

Dear Lord.

“Yes,” I gasp, writhing against his hand. “There.”

He rubs again, then slowly drops to his knees.

The next thing I know, my dress is pooling at my feet, leaving only a tiny pair of lacy black panties as a barrier between us.

His breath hisses out—and I feel it, hot against my stomach. “Christ. You’re killing me here.”

Except I’m the one who’s dying when he licks a path up my inner thigh. Then his tongue trails up the sheer lace, teasing me as he touches every spot except the one that’s pulsing with need.

I writhe against him, one hand kneading his hair. “Please.”

Dash yanks my panties down and licks up against me in a single hot swoop.

Fuck.

After countless hours of lusting after him, the pressure inside me builds quickly, and soon I’m moaning out loud, bucking shamelessly against his mouth. He licks and teases me, so thorough I think I might pass out.

Then he thrusts two fingers inside me and kind of beckons, and I just about lose my mind.

“Dash,” I cry, grabbing the hooks above my head and holding on for dear life. “There, fuck, don’t stop!”

He answers with another pump of his fingers, thrusting in time with his licks. Then he closes his lips around my clit and sucks, and I explode in my climax.

Oh. My. God.

Pleasure crashes through me, hot and fast, and fuck, my legs really do buckle this time. Dash holds me up, steering me to the ground where I sprawl, reeling.

“I’m guessing you weren’t faking that,” Dash says, with a smug grin on his face.

I laugh, flooded with exhilaration from what was hands-down the best orgasm of my life. “Do it again, and I’ll let you know.”

I lay there a moment, listening to the rain thrumming on the boathouse roof, pleasure thick in my veins. Then there’s a buzzing noise somewhere. Dash retrieves his jacket and pulls out his phone. He makes a face.

“Piper. Says we need to stop fooling around in a closet and rejoin the party.”

“There are closets?” I tease.

He laughs, eyes raking over me as I lay there. He makes a growling noise. “We are definitely revisiting this situation,” he says, reluctantly pulling me to my feet. He hands me my panties, and my dress.

“These are soaked through,” I say with a wink. “You can take care of them for me. Since you offered to help.”

I tuck the panties in his jacket pocket, slip my dress back over my head, and make for the door.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Dash asks. I turn.

“What?”

He looks amused, and gestures to my mouth. “Your lipstick’s smudged.”

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