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“I’ve never done this before.” There was a slight tremble in her voice that sucker punched him.

“Then I’ll make it perfect, I promise,” he vowed. Then leant forward and licked from her opening to her clit. She hissed and her grip tightened in his hair, tugging. The light pain driving his need higher, he loved seeing how she responded when they were together.

He feasted on her, licking and sucking at her clit, closing his lips around her and moaning, sending vibrations scattering over her sensitive nerves. She rolled her hips into his mouth, chasing each swipe of his tongue. She tasted sweet and a little spicy, just like her personality and he was addicted to her flavor.

He pushed two fingers into her and pumped as he sucked and a garbled noise left her throat. He flicked his tongue back and forth, torturing her swollen bud, before adding a third finger and curling them, teasing that rough spot inside her that had her eyes flying open, her mouth widening as she clamped down around his fingers and screamed.

He eased off, letting her ride out her climax and come down slowly. He got to his feet, his wet fingers tracing soft circles around her. “Thank you for my treat,” he whispered against her mouth.

“You’re welcome,” she laughed, the sound husky.

He pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. “You’re so beautiful when you laugh.”

She sighed and sank into him for a brief moment before her hands were fumbling at his pants and she was gripping him, guiding him towards her. He barely had time to roll on the condom that he’d been storing for just such an occasion when she was hitching her legs around his waist and sinking down on him, so warm and wet and welcoming that he thought it would be all over far too soon.

She used the wall of the bar as leverage and true to her word; she fucked him. Pushing herself up and down, pumping her hips and bouncing on his dick. His head tilted back in bliss and he let her work him. His release started slow then barreled towards him and when he came, he could have sworn he saw shooting stars. His orgasm was teased from him, slow and intense and knee tremblingly good.

They didn’t speak as Will helped her redress. Something big had just happened between them but neither of them addressed it, instead they walked back into the bar with small knowing smiles. Will disappeared into the bathroom to dispose of the condom then slid back into his booth with Beau.

He shot Rebelle a wink as she wiped down the bar demurely, like she hadn’t just been outside riding him like a bull. Like she hadn’t just rocked his entire world.

He downed his scotch, enjoying the burn in his throat and met Beau’s smug grin.

Beau tipped his bottle to his lips. “You stake your claim?”

“Of course.”

Beau chuckled, shaking his head.

“But only because sheletme,” Will clarified.

Beau whistled low. “Shit. It’s like that, is it? No wonder you’re glowing brighter than the north star.”

“Actually, that’s not the brightest star,” Will contradicted.

“Glow-ing,” Beau reiterated, smirking.

“Fuck you,” Will replied, without any heat.

“No, seriously. It’s super cute.”

Will flipped him off and when the chuckles subsided, Beau fixed him with a serious look. “I’m happy for you.”

Will clinked his empty glass against Beau’s bottle. “Thanks, man.”

Chapter 20

Rebelle fought with the final tangle of the lights, her pulse pounding as she heard Will stirring in the bedroom. Bryan and Parfait both angled their heads in critique of her efforts which she had to admit was not her finest work.

She heard a thud and the rattle of the door handle and decided she had done the best she could and quickly flicked the switch. The room lit up with three hundred multicolored lights, just in time for Will to emerge, looking rumpled, sleepy and fucking perfect.

He ran a hand over his jaw, and she stood there for a moment, dumbfounded by his beauty, waiting for him to notice what she’d done, her soaring pulse and breath bated.

He yawned. “Mornin’. Why didn’t you wake me, I slept-”

“Merry Christmas!” she rushed out, unable to hold back the glee any longer. He looked up and his eyes widened when he spotted her and the lights.

“Wha-” he began and trailed off as he came further into the room, looking around him at the lights. She noticed his sweatpants and matching sweatshirt and damn he looked good. She’d only ever seen him in his formal wear, or naked. He looked amazing in his formal wear but now he looked casual, relaxed and very, very huggable, not that she was the hugging type or anything.

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