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“Pretty soon I’ll call you a tease, because I’m half-naked on the floor and I’m bored to death.”

He hates and loves my smart mouth. Eyes narrowed, his hand grips my chin and pulls my face up for a bruising kiss. When I’m panting and biting at his lip, he pulls my face away from his and grits out, “Fine. You want it fast? I’ll keep my promise.”

Suddenly, he hoists me up and flips me onto my hands and knees before shoving me back to the floor. My cheek touches the carpet, and I’m grateful for the high pile protecting my skin because Gus isn’t going to be gentle tonight. At all.

“I’ll always give you want you want,” he reminds me needlessly.

I know.

My dress gets stripped off me, leaving me completely naked. In true Gus Winter fashion, he won’t leave loose ends. Picking up right where we left off yesterday—right when he spit on my asshole—his fingers graze the spot once again.

“Tight,” he murmurs thoughtfully before he presses a single fingertip into it, barely daring to broach the entrance without lube. “I’ll have to do something about that.”

“Please.” The word escapes me. It’s too early in the night to beg, but I can’t hold back.

Moments later, Gus’s tongue presses against my asshole. Expletives immediately spill from my lips. I lean forward and claw at the carpet, desperate for purchase. My body is lighting up with taboo pleasure, tingles spreading from the sensitive nerve endings out to the far vestiges of my body. He isn’t the first man to lick my asshole, but he’s more meticulous than any man before him. His licks are slow and insistent, like he wants to fuck my ass with his tongue. The thought makes me so needy, I begin to thrust my hips against the carpeted floor beneath me.

Would I have ever guessed that this steely, brilliant, demanding billionaire, would be so skilled at tonguing an asshole? Hell no—but it’s a revelation.

To my chagrin, he stops. I’m about to protest when he plants a kiss on one of my cheeks and murmurs, “Every part of you. I’ve kissed every single part of you, Julia Ridgeway.”

He owns my body. Owns it—because I give it to him willingly.

“Don’t stop at kissing,” I murmur while I stare at him over my shoulder. In this position, I have to strain to look at him, but it’s worth it to watch him part his lips with his tongue and return his careful exploration of my most intimate hole.

Minutes later, when I’m nearly boneless from anticipation, Gus rises to his knees. His fingertips are seated just inside my back entrance, and the promise of full penetration lingers between us.

“Unfortunately, I only have one cock,” he informs me needlessly, taking up a careful massage with his fingers. “I know how you prefer two.”

I scoff. “I made one comment about taking two guys and you’re obsessed with it.” I look back and find him gloriously shirtless, tan skin on display. “At this point in my life, I’m happy with your cock alone.”

He doesn’t linger on the comment. His mouth goes to my ear instead, drawing in my earlobe for a hard suck before he says, “So you don’t want me to fill your pussy with something while I fuck your ass?”

My jaw drops—his mind never ceases to be filthy. “Yes.”

“You fucking freak, I knew you’d love that idea.” He gives my ass an affectionate squeeze. “What toys did you bring?”

“My vibrator is back in my room,” I answer brightly.

“Go get it.”

Surprised, I crane to look at him again. “Sorry, you want me to get it?”

“I’m not the kinky slut who needs to use a toy on herself when her ass gets fucked.” Gus rises in challenge, standing over me while I lay on my stomach at his feet.

I flip over onto my back and stretch, giving him a show. Sure enough, his gaze follows the line of my body and I indulge in the motions like a cat—until realization forces me to a screeching halt. “Shit. Wait. I completely forgot I’m sharing a room with Jay. He might be there.”

Gus’s expression darkens. “Might? Will he be there or not?”

“I told him I was spending the night with you, and he said he was going out for a drink.”

“He won’t be there then?”

I shake my head. “He shouldn’t be.”

“So, no Jay. Great.” He smirks through his dark, appreciative gaze. “Get your ass up and get your toy.”

“Fuck off,” I counter. “I’m not getting it. I’m already naked.”

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