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…Yeah. Okay, if he’s in this, then so am I. And Fresh Start Georgina wants her ex boss’s mouth on her body right this freaking second, so I grab his tie and tug him forward three inches.
Levi’s smile is sinful, his big hands stroking up my thighs. When he reaches the hem of my pajama shorts, his fingertips slide beneath, mapping new territory.
I shiver, wriggling closer on the sofa cushions. My knees flop wider, and I must look so shameless sprawled here like this, but I don’t care. So long as he keeps touching me, keeps staring down at me likethat, all hot and stern and possessive, I don’t care.
A neighbor walks through their apartment above, the ceiling creaking. There’s the muffled blare of someone’s television next door, and the rumble of traffic outside. We’re part of this busy city, surrounded by people at all times, but right now, it doesn’t feel that way.
Right now, there’s just Levi. His fingers hook into my shorts and drag them down my legs. He stares between my legs, a muscle leaping in his jaw, and I pant for air, thighs spreading wider, still clinging to his tie.
“Do it. Please. Oh, please touch me, Levi.”
He sucks on his teeth, considering. He loves when I beg.
“Please. I’ll be so good.” My hips lift an inch off the sofa, and my stomach is knotted with anticipation. And maybe it’s degrading, offering up all the control like this, but I don’t care. I love it. I’m so tired of fighting against the world, getting slowly worn down by pressures and decisions, but when Levi takes control, all that other stuff spins away.
Besides, he’s so big and strong and sturdy. Here I am, practically dangling from his tie like a rope off a cliff side, and he’s completely unbothered.
“Don’t you want to?” Wiggling my hips, I choke back a giggle at Levi’s glare. He’s so grouchy and intense, looming over where I’m sprawled on the sofa, but there’s a softness behind his scowl.
“Brat,” he mutters, then he slides both hands under my ass cheeks. He grips me; tugs me closer to the edge; holds me tilted up for his mouth.
One breath…
Two breaths…
Three…
“Levi!” I wail, head tossing, desperate for his tongue. Somehow my hands have moved to scrabble at the sofa, and he’s just holding me there, helpless as he breathes me in, each puff of warm air from his mouth making my slick flesh tingle. “Do it! Oh my god, please just do it!”
“So impatient,” Levi murmurs, and his mouth is so close that the words vibrate my clit. I huff, belly twisting. “I’ve waited thirty five years for you, Georgina. You can wait five minutes for my tongue.”
Five minutes?
Uh.Five minutes?
I don’t freaking think so, and I open my mouth to curse him out—but Levi’s mouth covers my clit, and all thoughts leave my brain.
So hot.
So wet.
Levi sucks on my flesh, his cheeks hollowing, and the scrape of his teeth makes me choke back a howl. I’m writhing and bucking in his hold, fighting to get him closer, fighting for more,and I’ve never felt sensations like these.
His tongue slides along my seam, dipping inside my body, and I groan, teeth clenched. He’s so warm and wet and merciless, devouring me with quiet snarls, and every noise he makes, every lick and bite and touch, makes me levitate another inch off the sofa.
There’s a finger inside me, stroking my inner walls.Twofingers.
My spine bows, and I’m yanking on his hair. When did I grab his hair?
“So fucking sweet,” Levi growls against my slit, and I hiss in reply.
And if my muscles tense any harder, I’m gonna snap bones. If I can’t breathe soon, I’ll pass clean out. So when the orgasm hits me, buffeting my body like a violent storm, I cling to Levi’s hair and sob with relief.
So good. So intense.
Thank. Freaking. God.
Will it be like that every time? I won’t survive it. And I’m addled and sweaty, lying in a limp pile of limbs, but Levi offers no time to recover.
