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It’s heaven, feeling him between my legs, the scruff of his jaw over my sensitive skin, mixed with the warmth of his mouth and the soft, yet firm press of his tongue. It’s a dream, something that hasn’t been done to me in so long that I actually want to cry because I miss this.

I miss having a man lap at me, like I’m his favorite dessert.

I miss being desired like this, like he can’t get enough.

And I miss the feel of being taken, in the middle of the day, without a thought or a care of the time, what’s happening around us, and who could possibly disturb us.

This is hot.

Raw.

Sexy.

And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop him, because I don’t want to.

“Yes,” I moan, my body shaking from holding myself up with one leg.

His hand continues to squeeze my ass as his other hand travels up my thigh, just below his tongue, and then slowly he inserts what feels like two fingers inside of me, curving them up toward my G-spot.

“Fuck,” I squeak as my body convulses from the feel of his fingertips playing with a spot that has never been touched before. “Oh fuck, Bennett.”

My pussy clenches as he laps at my clit, over and over, his pace picking up as he swipes his fingers, creating a maddening feel of euphoria to build and build and build in the pit of my stomach.

Consuming and billowing and developing into something bigger than I ever expected. A feeling so overwhelming that my body grows wet with need. Sweat dots my upper lip, and my pussy starts to clench around his fingers, my orgasm imminent.

“Oh God, oh fuck,” I moan, my fingers digging into his hair.

His tongue grows stiff, now focusing on my clit, flicking over and over again, heightening my arousal until every muscle in my body turns to mush and the only feeling that exists is pooling between my legs at a rapid rate, stealing my breath.

My thoughts.

“Right there, Bennett,” I moan. “Please don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop.”

He increases the intensity, faster, harder, matching each stroke of his tongue with his fingers until a shot of light bursts behind my eyelids and I tip over the edge, my orgasm ripping through me and tearing me into what feels like a million pieces.

“Oh my God!” I yell as my body convulses and I ride out my orgasm on his tongue, taking every last ripple of pleasure until there is nothing left inside of me.

After a few seconds of catching my breath, Bennett stands and then gently places a kiss on my forehead.

“Think about the book truck,” he says, bringing this full circle as I still try to figure out what he just did to me, how he just rocked my world within minutes.

And then he takes off, leaving me shortless and satisfied in my apartment.

I lower to the ground and press my hands to my face.

Bennett Brinkman just tongue-fucked me. I just came over his stunning face.How did that happen? And why the hell was it SO good? I’ve been with a few men. I love sex.But that?He hasn’t even kissed me, and yet, three times his only focus has been on giving me pleasure.

He knew what he was doing, all right. And good God, I so want that again.

God, I’m so fucked.

Because all I can think about is how desperately I want to return the favor.

CHAPTER 25

BENNETT

“Good game,” I say toAsher, who is passing me, fresh from the shower, looking like he wants to wring everyone’s neck that talks to him, despite being the guy who hit the game-winning single.