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I squeal as I’m forced to reach out and grab onto him for fear of falling back. “South, what the hell are you doing?”

“I didn’t get to eat earlier,” he states, nipping and sucking along my inner thighs.

“Oh shit…here? Aren’t you afraid—”

Before I can finish, he licks along my panties, which I know are soaked, effectively shutting me up.

I’d worry about someone catching us if it didn’t feel so damn good. But when he uses a thumb to pull my panties aside and sinks his tongue inside me, all worries are swept away with the breeze that’s cooling my heated skin.

South releases a growl, the vibration sending a shudder through my body, and I almost come while jutting my hips further into his face.

“Fuck, angel. You taste better than I imagined,” he growls out while pulling back and looking up at me.

I don’t have time to respond as he dives back in, lapping at my clit and sinking two fingers inside me. My fingers grip his hair, the movement pulling his face closer while my head lolls back. With complete abandon, I rock my hips, needing more as my body flushes hot and the pleasurable ache builds deep in my belly.

It’s been years since I’ve felt pleasure this good.

I had a taste of it in the restaurant, but this is on a whole new level.

He sucks on my clit, his tongue dancing around my sensitive flesh, the same time his fingers work their magic inside me. My eyes clench as a wave of heat engulfs my body. Tingles shoot up and down my skin as my muscles tense all over. Lights dance behind my eyes while everything constricts with the pressure.Then as he flicks his tongue over my clit again, the same time his fingers delve deeper inside me, I let out an animalistic moan.

The sensations hit like nothing before. The wave drowns me like a typhoon, swirling and swallowing me whole, wracking through my body, every inch of me shuddering and shaking with sensual pleasure. “S-South… f-fuck…” I moan breathlessly, giving in to the bliss surging through my body.

South groans his approval, lapping up my orgasm. I have to nudge him back with how sensitive my body has become. It’s too much, especially after not having anything like this for years.

Once my body stops shaking and jolting with aftershocks, he adjusts me into a sitting position and then stands, bringing his hand to my flushed red cheek as I try to calm my breathing.

He leans his forehead against mine. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you let go.”

I let out a small laugh, sliding my fingers into his long hair.I love doing that… so damn much.“Thank you. I needed that.”

South chuckles, wiping his mouth and placing a tender kiss on my lips. I can taste myself on him. Somehow, that turns me on, and I want to start this again.

“No need to thank me, angel. I needed it just as much as you did. After having your hands on me at the restaurant, I had to taste and hear you moaning my name.”

I can’t fight the smile that lights my face. “You have a way with words.”

He places his closed fists on either side of me on the bike, leaning in so close it makes my stomach flip.God, he smells so fucking good.“You can thank my magic tongue,” he quips, that roguish grin lighting his face again.

I roll my eyes, letting out a scoff. “All right, we should go… take me home?” I ask, and he stands taller but leans in, kissing my forehead lightly.

“You wanna ride shotgun or piggyback?” he asks.

Riding with him behind me was something else. And I’m not sure I will get the chance to do it again. So I spin, facing the handlebars, and grip tight. “Shotgun… definitely shotgun.”

South throws his leg over the bike, his left hand sliding around my waist, holding me to him. “Good choice. Now hold on tight, angel, ’cause I’m gonna hammer down on the way home so you can feel what you do to me.”

A lump is caught in my throat as he pulls back on the throttle. The bike jerks, making my ass slide against his obvious erection. I love the idea that someone like me—a woman who has had two children and is in her mid-fifties—can turn on a guy as earth-shatteringly good-looking as South.

It doesn’t make sense to me.

But right now, nothing about my life makes sense.

So I will roll with the punches because, in twelve days’ time, my test results will be in.

And that could change the course of everything.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

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