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She’s right on the edge, about to fall, when I pull back.
“Not yet, beautiful.”
As she moans in disappointment, I shrug out of my jacket and kiss the globe of her ass cheek one last time before lifting her fully from the bed, flipping her over.
“Soon.”
She scoots backward into the middle of the bed, her desire-laden eyes holding mine as I tug off my shoes and socks.
My hand rests on my half-opened belt buckle, arching a taunting brow with a smirk. “Want me to show you how it’s done?”
She narrows those gray eyes before rising onto all fours and crawling slowly closer, those heels making her legs seem endless. Her eyes are dancing with devilment as she kneels, tugging my tie off smoothly and tossing it aside.
“I think I can figure it out.”
I press my lips together, stifling a grin as she holds my gaze while unbuttoning my shirt and then slowly pushing the material back off my shoulders. I let it drop behind me as she smooths her petite hands across my tattooed chest.
She traces the intricate artwork almost reverently, her eyes following the path of her fingertips, trailing over the long-healed bullet wound the piece was inked to hide.
“It’s so beautiful.”
I nod in agreement, swallowing past the sudden lump in my throat. “The artist who produced it also created the most beautiful masterpiece I’ve ever seen.”
Her eyes lift to mine, her inner artist awakening at my words. “Where can I see it?”
I tilt my head to one side, my chest tightening as I absorb her otherworldly beauty. Then I ever so gently slip my hand around her neck, tugging her closer until our brows rest against one another.
“You’ve already seen it.”
I can feel more than see her forehead crease as she splays her hands over my chest, easing that encroaching tightness. “I’d surely remember if—”
“You see it every time you look at your reflection, Wren.”
She inhales sharply as she realizes what I’m saying. “My—my father…”
I nod as she trails off. “He wasn’t as good as you are, but he loved to sketch.”
Silence surrounds us as she blinks rapidly before she leans down and kisses the complex inking. My breath catches in my throat when she turns wide, gray eyes up to mine.
“I need to see all of you.”
Then she unbuckles my belt, popping a pointed brow before slipping it from the loops and tossing it aside. The top fastening opens a moment later, and she lowers the zipper agonizingly slowly, pushing the material down over my ass, letting it pool at my feet.
I clench my jaw when she palms my raging hard-on through my Calvins.
She smirks, knowing she’s got the upper hand. Then she snakes her hand beneath the material, and I groan as my eyes close in bliss when her fingers wrap around my shaft.
“You feel like silk on steel.”
I hook my thumbs in the waistband, shoving it roughly down my legs, before Wren experimentally pumps her hand on my cock.
Precum leaks from the tip, and she gathers it on her thumb before popping it into her mouth. She hums her approval as she sucks, the sight making my breath catch.
“You taste so salty sweet.”
And then she shocks me when she bends her head, taking me into the warmth of her mouth all the way to the root.
“Ohshit, that’s it, beautiful. Work my cock.” I groan deeply as she slides back up to the tip, swirling her tongue around the head before taking me right into her tight little throat. “Yes! You’re such a good girl for me, little bird.”
