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She whimpers, the sound a pleading grip on my balls as they tighten with my impending orgasm.

“You have five seconds to come, Hannah. Show me your tongue.”

She meets my gaze and in a second, she’s shuddering over me as the pleasure wracks through her, her eyes fluttering. I pull out at the last second, groaning with the force of my orgasm rushing through me. I shoot, coating her tongue and lips, her cheek until the world feels like it’s going to fall off its fucking axis.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I’ve never come that hard before in my life.

Hannah coughs, and somehow, watching her swallow everything I gave her is the sexiest fucking thing she’s done yet.

“Come here,” I murmur, pissed off at the tremor rolling through my hands when I reach for her.

Carefully, she slips back up the bed when I sit up, grabbing her shirt from last night to clean the come off her cheek. Tears stream from the corners of her eyes and run down her face and I wipe them with my thumbs. “These are the only tears I want to see.”

Fuck, I could look at her for hours.

“What did Ian want?” she asks, her cheeks burning.

“It’s noon.”

Her eyes go wide.

“We have to go.”

“We do.”

Still, I don’t release her.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” She actually sounds offended. Like my looking at her and wondering how the fuck I found her is something bad.

“Wondering how long it would take to make you come again,” I lie and she rolls her eyes, attempting to pull away from me. I grab her around the waist before she can leave the bed and back into my chest. “Was I really your first, little doe?”

She bites her lip, refusing to look at me.

“Was it that obvious?”

I press my lips to her ear, nipping the lobe and drawing a startled gasp from her lips. She shivers at my stubble against her soft skin, but she doesn’t pull away.

“Someday, I’m going to ruin you, Hannah Gaines, and when I do, you won’t ever ask an idiotic question like that again. You may hate me, but my cock, my fingers, my tongue will be the only ones that make this perfect little cunt sing.”

She swallows over the lump in her throat, releasing a shaky breath. I can tell she wants to ask what that means, but I don’tgive her the option, tightening my hand in her hair and turning her face around toward mine.

This kiss is rough, on the precipice of turning into something more, and fuck if I don’t want to bury myself in her and tie her to my bed so she’ll never leave.

I have no control when it comes to her.

“Get dressed,” I murmur darkly and finally, I release her. “Before I do something stupid.”

She doesn’t ask before quietly slipping from the bed. She pauses a foot away and turns back to stare at me, her green eyes flashing with something new before it’s quickly replaced with a mask of indifference.

“For the record,” she says softly. “I could never hate you.”

And then she exits through the door, quietly shutting it behind her without another word.

The rain from last night decides to continue most of the day. I’m not complaining. It keeps the heat out of the air and sends a nice cool breeze through the garage with the fan. Besides, SoCal rarely gets enough rain to make a difference and after the summer we’ve had, we can fucking use it.

Hannah and I arrive at exactly twelve-thirty and Ian and Puke pretend they don’t notice the hickey I left on Hannah’s neck. It’s humorous, actually, seeing them squirm, but fortunately, both of them keep a respectable distance from her.

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