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This is crazy.

Crazygood.

Lee parts my lips, and when his tongue slides against mine, I moan, sinking into him.

It’s just like I remember—all-consuming, fiery, and explosive.

We don’t take our time. As if every second of our time apart has come to fruition, I arch in his arms. One of his hands is in my hair, directing our kiss, and the other is splayed against my lower back, pushing me into him where his arousal presses into my stomach.

My hard nipples strain against the cotton of my tank top and I can’t get enough of the delicious friction pressing them against Lee’s hard chest.

Lee’s hands glide down my sides and hoist me up by my ass to straddle his waist. The ease with which he does it is a reminder of his strength. I have a fleeting thought about whether this will be harmful to his shoulder, but my concern dissipates like ether when his hips lunge up and his hard length presses into my center. My head falls back and a sigh escapes me.

Lee’s lips travel down to my collarbone, his tongue tracing a pattern up to the shell of my ear. “I can’t wait to see you come.”

Yes, I want that too. So badly right now. I right my head and shake it, meeting his gaze. He takes the couple of steps over to the couch with me in his arms and lays me on the cushions. When he straightens, he stares at me and I shift in place, uncomfortable with the intensity of his gaze.

“Oh come on, you’re not reverting back to my little shy pie, are you?” He grins.

Using the nickname he called me back in college when we first met would definitely have caused me strife only a couple of months ago. But I find that I’m no longer dwelling on the wrongs of our past. The nickname makes me feel special. Not that I’d ever admit that to him.

“Just get down here.” I stretch my arms and he falls into them, careful to keep his full weight off me. “That’s better.”

His lips find mine again, and I ease open my legs. He settles between them and gives me just enough of his weight that I feel surrounded by him in the best way.

Lee takes the hem of my tank top, pulling it up over my head. A flash of self-consciousness hits me, but his face fills with an expression of ravenous hunger and I arch for his mouth.

His tongue circles my nipple, and he tugs gently with his teeth. My hips jut up of their own accord. It’s as if a cord of pleasure is running directly from my breasts to between my thighs. He sucks as much of my breast into his mouth as he can fit and releases it with a pop before trailing his tongue to my other nipple.

Then he shifts so that he’s no longer fully over me, but more lying to my side. His fingers glide under the top of my sleep shorts. He swipes his hand back and forth, dipping his fingers below the elastic waistband while his mouth worships my breasts.

I’m so desperate for him to touch me between the legs that I whine and piston up my hips. His low chuckle reverberates in my ear until he decides to put me out of my misery, letting his hand coast down to my mound and slide his fingers between my thighs.

He groans and presses his forehead into the hot skin of my chest, drawing in deep breaths. “You’re soaked.”

I am, almost embarrassingly so, but I don’t care. Right now, I’m solely focused on one thing and that’s an orgasm.

His finger gently circles my clit and I suck in a breath. Lee uses his teeth to tease my nipple in the same rhythm he’s using with his finger. When he shifts so that his thumb is now pressed against my clit and pushes a finger into me, I cry out and grip the hair at the back of his head.

He adds another finger then another, and I arch off the couch cushion. Lee pulls away from my breast to watch me as his thumb strums a delicious rhythm on my clit and his fingers maneuver in and out of me.

My body is strung tight and I’m a begging mess under his spell. Pleasure rockets through me and I cry out, my back arching off the couch while the sensation spirals through every cell. I collapse back, limp and heavy limbed, thoroughly sated.

Lee watches with rapt attention while I catch my breath. I meet his gaze, and though I know this is the part where reality should catch up with me and I should realize this was a monstrously bad idea, none of those feelings surface. Instead, I only crave more of what we just did, more time with him, moreus.

But is that what he wants? It’s not what he said. All his words and his actions have been about the two of us being together sexually, not in a relationship—as though that would even be possible with the issue of the Kingsmen.

All good thoughts for another time.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down over me. “Your turn.”

I shift to get up, but he stops me, shaking his head. “I want this to just be about you tonight.”

I push forward with my hips a little. “But you must be uncomfortable.” My hand trails down his chest, but Lee grabs my wrist before I reach the bulge tenting his pants.

“It’s nothing new. I’ve sort of been in this state since you joined the team.” He brings my hand to his lips and kisses the back of it.

I chuckle. “Is that right?”

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