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I gasp, threading my fingers into his hair.

He moves to my other nipple and urgently flicks it back and forth with his tongue. Cupping my heavy breasts with his hands, he moves back to the other nipple, biting it gently between his teeth.

“I can’t get enough of these.” He squeezes them gently. “You have amazing tits.”

I’ve always found my boobs to be too big, especially when it comes to dress shopping, but Lincoln appears to love them. I’ve caught him eyeing them up several times throughout our date.

“Remember the name of the club tonight?”

“Was it Agastopia?” What a time to ask a silly question.

“Do you know what that means?” He gives my nipple another flick with the tip of his tongue, sending shock waves of pleasure across my skin.

“Nope.” I shake my head left and right. My mind has gone completely blank.

“It means admiration of a particular part of someone’s body.”

Oh-kay.

“I’m obsessed with yours. Every single part of it.”

Oh God, who sent this man my way? He’s been sent from a far-off land. With his deep Scottish accent, he drops vowels when he speaks, a supreme being with a divine body, and he seems to have some sort of mad obsession with me. Can I keep him?

He sucks my nipple further into his mouth and bites my soft flesh. With each lick, intense pleasure pounds across my warm skin and I can’t wait another minute to taste him.

I push him away from me, urging him to lie back.

“What are you doing?” He reaches for me.

“Just lie back and enjoy.” I move down the bed.

He watches in wonder when I peel his clothing from his mouthwatering body.

His black shirt is the first to go. I unbutton the top three buttons and pull it up over his head. He sits up slightly to help me pull it off.

My eyes can’t take themselves off his exposed deep and sun-kissed washboard abs.

“Sweet Jesus.” My breath catches in my throat.

I see dozens of gorgeous guys walking along the pathways and beaches outside my house, but as nice as they are, they aren’t Lincoln. He has this special aura about him I can’t quite put my finger on. He’s this incredible vibrant, funny, and sexy energy that I want to be part of and I want to lick him like a Popsicle.

A deep groan leaves his chest as I kiss each divot, causing him to shiver at my tender kisses.

I move lower.

Slowly undoing the top two buttons of his jeans first, my mouth salivates at the thought of what's beneath his denim-clad lower body.

Just do it quickly, Violet.

In one quick motion, I unpop the other buttons in a millisecond. Sliding the thick designer fabric down his hips, I drop them to the floor.

His dark heated gaze looks down at me and it scorches my skin. I am so hot for him.

“Commando,” I mumble, then bite my lip.

An amused smile dances across his lips. “Have been all night.”

He’s a moving piece of art; tanned skin and a small patch of dark hair smatters his chest and droolworthy abs. My eyes move lower. His Adonis’s belt is shaped into the perfect V shape, pointing straight down to the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in the flesh. My eyes lock on his thick, erect length between his legs. I can’t help but lick my lips, eager to taste him in my mouth.

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