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“Come in and shut the door,” I tell her.

“There’s no light.”

“Exactly. Shut the door,” I say once more. They always take notice of the lack of damn light, and it annoys the hell out of me. I can hear her walking across the floor before bumping into the chair.

“Sit.”

“Why are we in the dark? I thought we were having lunch.” I’m having lunch. She isn’t. Surely, she knows this by now.

“I don’t have many rules. The main one is not to touch me. I don’t like bein’ touched,” I tell her. Not since the accident and flames burnt my skin. I close my eyes and shake my head as thethoughts of the past try and sneak back in. I shake them away and focus on her instead. The way she smells, like flowers. Why do all women smell like flowers?

“I thought this was a lunch date,” she repeats. I groan. I paid good money for her, and I damn sure better get what I want.

“Let me just tell you what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna strip for me. Then you’re gonna lay naked on that bed, and I’m gonna eat you until you can’t breathe.” I hear the sharp intake of breath.

“This … this was supposed to be lunch,” she repeats.

“It is. My lunch,” I tell her. “Now strip.” I hear her kick off her shoes, and then her clothes drop onto the floor. I listen to the woman breathing heavily as the mattress shifts, and she climbs onto the bed. I stand from the chair, the only light in the room coming from under the door as I stalk toward the bed, pulling my cut off and then my shirt.

I reach for her, sliding her to the end of the bed, where I kneel on the floor and run my fingers up her thighs. She shifts uncomfortably, and it makes me wonder if she’s done this before. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve broken a new girl in for Kimber.

“Just relax,” I tell her. That causes her to tense further, and I chuckle. I let my fingers slowly glide up and down her leg before moving closer. Then I feather them over her stomach and down over her mound. She sucks in a breath, and I can tell immediately she’s never done this before.

“You call the shots here. If you say stop, I will.”

“Are you going to have sex with me?” her voice is shaky and makes my cock hard.

“No.”

“Then what are you going to do?” she asks.

“I’m gonna make your legs shake, your body tremble, and make you come hard. Can I do that?” I ask. I know there’s noforcing Kimber’s girls into anything they don’t want to do, and there’s no way in fuck I’d ever do that anyway. So I wait for her to agree or tell me no.

“Okay.” It was the softest of whispers, but I heard it just the same.

I lean down and press my lips against her thigh. She gasps as I slowly drag my lips over her flesh and straight between her legs. I spread her wide, and then I lick, one long stroke that has her knees trembling already. It makes me wonder if this is all a show for me or does it really feel that good.

I continue long strokes for a few minutes, keeping one hand pressed to her stomach to keep her in place. The other keeps her open to me while I lick and suck at her. She bucks off the bed, her body pressing into my face, and I continue to eat the best meal I’ve tasted in a long time.

Her pussy is sweet, just the way I like them. When I feel her legs shaking, I know she’s close, and all I want is for her to come all over my face. I suck her clit into my mouth and tease the fuck out of her until her hand comes down. I let her thread her fingers through my hair and ride my fucking face like this might be her last chance to get off. Her hips roll, her breathing is sporadic, and all I can hear is her moans of pleasure as she keeps going. I keep licking and tugging until she stops moving and her whole body tenses. Then she lets go, screaming for God as she comes for me.

“Oh God, oh God!” She cries out as I lap at her, taking all she has to give. I draw it out, too. I want her to feel this orgasm down the tips of her toes. I want her on shaky legs when she stands up after this.

“Fuck me, that was good,” I grumble under my breath. I hear her gasping for air as I sit back and lick my lips.

“Is that … all you want?” she asks hesitantly. She must have gotten the talk from Kimber about giving the man whatever he wants.

“For now,” I tell her.

“Why wouldn’t you want sex?” she asks.

“Did you feel good?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Yeah. I’ve never felt like that before.” Some women will say that just to make the man feel better about himself, but I don’t hear that tone in her voice. Maybe she did enjoy it as much as I did.

“Really?”

“Yeah. It was amazing,” she whispers as if she doesn’t know if she should say it out loud or not. I smile to myself before climbing off the ground and grabbing my shirt and cut. I slide them both on before pulling cash out of my wallet and dropping it on the dresser.

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