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I lift my hips, moving against his strong fingers. The flare of heat hits my back, and this is good, but not enough.

“I’m going to fuck you with two fingers.”

His breath on my ear is warm, and it causes a shiver to run through me.

“Right now,” I beg.

He grunts, “Right now,” biting my earlobe as he moves his hand under the lace, caressing his fingers through my slick folds and around my opening.

“So ready. And so fucking wet.” His voice wavers, and I move my hand to find him rock hard and just as big as I remember him. He continues the up and down motion, but does not enter, and I’m growing frustrated.

“Please.”

He rubs my clit in slow, tantalizing circles, then finally pushes through and enters me. I choke on a moan, only able to hold it back because of the driver. Instead, I bite his shoulder, muffling my sounds.

As he pulls his fingers out, I shudder. I miss the tight full feeling his fingers gave me. He doesn’t make me wait much longer, before he’s entering me again, and I’m widening my legs. I release my mouth from him as his gaze drops to my lips.

“I want to kiss you, but I also love the pink shade on your lips, and I don’t want to ruin the rest of your makeup.”

“I don’t care.”

“I do. I love the effort you put in for me. It doesn’t go unnoticed. But maybe…”

He licks his lips and leans in, and I suck in a sharp breath. His warm lips caress my neck, and he kisses down lower until he hits my collarbone. I think he’s about to stop, but instead he goes lower. He trails kisses over my chest and onto my breasts, my breathing increasing as I watch him. Then he’s moving to the other breast and back up my neck before kissing just under my ear. I’m panting and feverish, more so with every kiss.

I’m so worked up, I could come in less than two seconds.

I close my eyes and just enjoy the heaviness in my breasts, the coiled tension in my lower belly getting stronger, and I chase the release. My legs quake, my breath catching, the tingle working its way through my core, right on the edge, and he slips his fingers out.

What’s he doing? He uses my slickness to rub my bundle of nerves, and I try to get him to penetrate me again by shifting my hips. But he keeps rubbing my clit as his mouth moves to my neck, his teeth dragging against my exposed skin, and it’s driving me wild.

I’m so horny and so damn close that tears spring to my eyes. I need to fucking come.

His mouth moves to my ear, and his hand retracts, my eyes snapping open with the movement.

“What are you doing?” I grit out through my clenched teeth.

“We’re here,” he breathes with a smug grin.

Mother. Fucker.

Chapter 22

Marco

Bringinghertotheedge and not letting her orgasm was one of the hottest things to watch. The way she clenched around my fingers, her sexy pants, her thighs trembling as she begged. I knew she was close. But holding it will pay off later when she comes so hard she’ll see stars. It’s a high I can’t explain.

I bet after she comes tonight, she will crave that feeling again and again.

I help her out of the car and into the restaurant. There is a slight pinch in her expression as we enter an elevator, but when we step out, she sees the view of Manhattan at night. Her face slacks and she slowly looks around, taking it all in. Then she turns to me and her mouth opens to speak, but the waitress interrupts.

We follow her onto the rooftop, where the igloos are dimly lit with a blue hue. Gracie’s hand goes to her mouth as her wide eyes take in the setup.

The night sky is the perfect backdrop for us. I wanted a romantic feel but with a touch of fun.

The waitress takes us to our igloo, even though I hired the whole place just for us. We have our own, so we can take in the city views and spend quality time together.

Stepping inside, we take a seat opposite each other on a white couch, and between us is a white table with a glowing light.

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