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“Show me,” I rasp.

“Show you what?”

“You know what.”

“Tell me.” She bites back a grin, enjoying toying with me.

“Your cunt, Ava,” I clip, stuffing my hands into my suit pants like I have all the time in the world just to eat her up with my eyes, spread out on my bed for me, like an offering. “It’s time it was reacquainted with me.”

Her eyes flash with lust and she inches up the flowery hem of her dress until pale pink lace comes into view. The thin fabric is glistening, darkened by a wet line down the center.

I tut as I take off my shirt. “Have you been wet for me since we got to LA?” I walk closer to the bed, my chest expanding with a deep breath of anticipation as she watches me, her tongue darting out and leaving her lower lip glistening.

“Have you touched yourself?” I ask, running my palms up her inner thighs and eyeing the way her panties are outlining the folds of her. I slide my hands to her hips and tug the lace up. She gasps as it pulls tight between her lips, pushing her plump skin out either side, showing me exactly what’s mine.

“It’s not like you’ve been around to do anything about it.”

She squeaks as I slap her clit with the back of my fingers. “Always such a mouthy brat. You don’t deserve what I’m about to do. But it’s for me, not you.”

She lifts her head and shoulders from the bed, watching as I drop to my knees on the floor and place her legs over my shoulders.

I stick out my tongue and press it to the fabric where her asshole is, dragging it forward and licking toward her clit. I meet the area of wet lace, stuffed betweenher pussy lips, and groan as her taste seeps through and infuses my tastebuds.

“Goddamn, Ava.”

I suck her clit through the fabric, and she bucks toward my face, her hands dropping to fist my hair.

“Jet.”

The sound of her moaning my name sends heat racing to my dick. I lick her again, a deep, lust-filled groan leaving my chest.

“You didn’t have a headache, did you? I know you didn’t.”

I suck the fabric, drawing her juices into my mouth with a gravelly groan.

“If you know I didn’t, then why are you asking me?”

“You were saving me from answering questions about my past.”

I dust my lips side to side, pressing gentler kisses to her. “I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable talking about it.”

Her grip softens in my hair as she switches to stroking the strands.

“What if it’s time I got uncomfortable? I’m not moving forward otherwise. I’m just… staying the same.”

“What do you mean?”

“Mitch said he thinks producers would be interested in making a film of my story.”

“I’m sure they would.”

“I told him I’d think about it, but I—”

“Do it.”

“What?”

She looks at me as I slide my mouth over her clit and suck before answering.

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