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My body starts trembling at his touch, and I bring my right leg up and wrap it around his hip, trying desperately to get closer to him.

I arch my back as I release his hair and run my hands down his back, the tips of my fingers digging into his muscles.

He lets out a guttural groan as his mouth runs down the column of my throat, sucking and nipping his way to my chest.

“I meant to tell you how fucking much I like this dress,” he mutters.

I threw the formfitting gold midi dress with a high-slit skirt and plunging neckline into my suitcase at Brandee’s urging.

I grip him tighter as his tongue explores the tops of my breasts that are exposed above the neckline. An exquisite tingle shoots straight down my spine as he tugs the spaghetti strap down my arm and sucks my nipple between his teeth.

God, that feels so good.

I purr my encouragement.

His head pops up at the sound, and before I can protest, he picks me up and carries me to the bed. We drop onto the soft comforter.

My name falls from his lips in a raspy plea as I reach between us and slide his zipper down. He is hard and ready as I move to release him from his boxer briefs.

I hold the base of him with one hand as I stroke him firmly with the other. He twitches in my grip, and his breath catches as I run the tip of my finger down the hard ridge.

“Anna.” He groans my name, then mutters unintelligible words as his hips flex.

He slides his hands down and lifts, and I release him so he can tug the hem of my dress up and over my head.

When his hand finds my thong, I raise my hips to give him access, and he takes his time sliding them down my legs.

I kick them to the side.

Once he has me completely naked, except for the gold stiletto heels on my feet, he starts to slowly kiss his way down my body. Stroking and caressing every exposed inch of skin until I’m shivering and desperate for more.

When he makes it to the top of my thighs, he spreads them apart and finds me wet and ready for him.

His fingertip glides across me, and his eyes meet mine as he brings it to his lips and sucks.

Desire ripples down my spine as I watch him.

Finally, he spreads me with his fingers and brings his mouth to my core.

I moan his name as his talented tongue starts to explore my hot flesh, and when he nips at my clit with his teeth, my hips jump in his grip.

Every nerve ending in my body ignites, and pleasure twists and knots inside of me as he inserts a finger, then another. Curling as he pumps in and out, hitting just the right spot.

He takes his time using his mouth, tongue, and hands to drive me into a frenzy.

“Yes, Weston,” I pant as I tangle my fingers into his hair and hold him where I need him.

I raise my hips to meet the thrust of his tongue until I am shaking and writhing beneath him.

He brings his eyes to mine and winks. Then, he takes me over the edge, and I gasp his name as the orgasm rockets through me.

I lie there, catching my breath and trying to recover as he pushes himself off the bed and quickly discards his clothes.

He’s a gorgeous sight.

His broad chest and shoulders are paired with rippling ab muscles that lead to lean hips and powerful thighs.

Oh my.

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