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Valeria couldn’t imagine how.

This was already more than she understood—more than she experienced before. Overwhelmed. Sensitive. Her body became a live wire snapping with every encouraging, tantalizing touch.

“I bet you’re pussy tastes as hot as you are on my fingers,” he told her.

Valeria’s head tipped back to the mirror as she dragged in a hard breath. “Oh, my God. Keep doing that.”

He did; his two fingers stroking in and out of her sex before coming up to circle the tight bud of her clit. A rhythmic, perfect beat. Her legs trembled as she lifted them higher out of a deep need to spread herself wider for him.

She bet she was quite a sight.

Spread open.

A man between her thighs whom she had not spoken vows to … even if her husband had broken his vows to her more times than she was aware, and in more ways than she would ever care to count.

Begging like she did.

“Please, please, please,” she heard herself say.

Although for what she asked for, Valeria didn’t know. For the building need to continue, but for it to become more. For him to give her it because he had to see she needed relief. Or for things she didn’t understand.

She would beg for it though.

All of it.

Chris pressed one quick kiss to her trembling lips, his own tugging into a sinfully wicked smirk that had her gulping, before he lowered between her thighs. The beat of his fingers thrusting into her wet pussy before coming back up to rub at her clit stopped.

Only for his tongue to take the place of his fingertips on her clit with a faster, harsher beat than before. Those two fingers in her sex became three, filling her deliciously as his tongue moved back and forth from licking at her clit to lapping at his fingers fucking her and covered in her cum.

She had to watch.

Chris looked like a man enthralled—eating her while he watched her, and his fingers worked her pussy until she teetered on an edge like never before. Valeria hadn’t been ready to fall, then, hadn’t known what it would be like when it wasn’t forced, and she craved it—willing to let a man have her like this.

And then she fell.

Her bliss became a cliff.

She stifled the noises crawling from her throat as the orgasm tore through her core and rippled across all of her nerves. Shouting into the heel of her palm as she watched Chris replace his fingers inside her still-pulsing sex with his tongue to lick her essence right from the source.

Valeria never saw anything hotter.

Never been higher.

Chris caught her when the trembling started in her legs, his tongue drifting from her sex to lap at her inner thigh before he raised up. She didn’t even think about it, just seeing his mouth wet with her arousal made her want to taste herself on his lips.

So, she did just that.

Valeria didn’t know who this woman was—this person here, doing this with him. This man who came into her life without warning, saying things to give her hope, and terrified her to death at the same time.

She had no clue who she became around Christopher Guzzi, but she liked it.

That was a dangerous thing.