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“Is there more?”
He pushes my bra off and then lowers to his knees, tugging my panties down. “If you like it.”
I step out of my panties, standing before him in nothing but high heels.
His hands run up the sides of my legs as he looks up at me. “Do you have a record of orgasms in one night?”
My pussy tingles at his words. “I’ve never counted.”
He arches a brow like he doesn’t believe me.
“I mean, I’ve never had so many that it was something I should count.”
“Well, I believe it was three the other night, so how about we go for five?”
Holy hell. Can I have five? Will I survive five? “You’re quite sure of yourself.”
His smile is confident, smug. “Oh, I am.”
I wonder how many women he’s been with before. Jealousy flares even though it’s silly. I mean, he’s thirty-seven. Of course he’s been with women before.
I stand, and he maneuvers me over to the bed and has me sit on the edge. He lowers to his knees again and pushes my thighs apart.
“First, I’m going to return the favor from our drive home.” He leans in, licking then sucking the inside of my thigh. I’m so wet and needy, I’m probably going to come the instant he touches my clit.
“We’ll go for two.” He blows gently over my aching pussy. “Then I’ll lie back and you’ll ride my face. That should be good for two more.”
“Oh, my God.” I’m about to come just from his words.
“And then I’m going to fuck you, Lana. Hard. Do you like it hard?”
“I’d like you to start soon.”
He gives me that wicked smile again. “Hold on tight.”
16
HENRY
I’m not going to lie, my dick is still reeling from the blow job Lana gave me in the car. I’m not a prude. I like an exciting sex life as much as the next guy, but having a woman give me head while I drive—an Aston Martin, no less—is not something I’d even fantasized about.
My life is quickly spiraling out of control. One minute, I'm sitting opposite her trying to learn more about her and her family for my case, and the next, I'm driving her to my place to have my way with her, the case a distant memory.
Something's changed between us tonight. Is it her vulnerability in telling me about her brother? The trust she needed to have in me to share it? I don't know what happened. All I know is that I want to know everything about her that has nothing to do with the case.
I feel like a fucking teenager as I prepare to eat her out. My goal is to have her scream my name, not once, not twice, but five or more times before the night is over.
Her body is trembling from sexual desire. That’s my focus. Everything else fades away. Her life. Her intentions. My job. My intentions. It’s all gone. There's just us, just now, but I knowthere is no future. I plan to soak up this moment, to savor it, because I’m certain I won’t find a woman who makes me feel like this ever again.
I run my tongue through her folds, then swirl it around her clit. She gasps, and her fingers thread through my hair. She’s close. I can tell by how her body is humming. Her breath is shallow and quick.
“Henry… Oh, God.”
“What do you want, baby?”
“Make me come.”
“So soon?” I kiss her inner thigh again.
