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“I haven’t always.” She wrapped her hands around the back of his head as he moved to take her nipple between his teeth. “Oh, sweet Jesus, that feels...so...good.”

He slid his hands inside the elastic waistband of the sweatpants and eased them over her hips. They were so loose on her that they dropped to the floor. She stepped out of them, leaving her standing in front of him in a pair of silky, black thong panties and her ankle monitor.

He stood back far enough to take all of her in, his cock hardening, unconcerned about the hardware attached to her ankle. If anything, it made her sexier, a little on the dangerous side.

“Aren’t you a little overdressed?” she asked, a single eyebrow winging upward.

Xavier swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, where he eased her onto the mattress, bending to capture her lips in a long, satisfying kiss.

Then he straightened, pulled off his T-shirt and shucked his jeans, kicking them to the side. He was halfway on the bed when he froze. “Don’t move.”

He launched himself into the bathroom and dug through his shaving kit until he found what he was looking for. Back at her side, he tossed the packets of condoms onto the nightstand.

She laughed and moved over, giving him room to join her. “Are you always this prepared?”

“Always.” He said and eased onto the mattress. “Just don’t look at the expiration date. I can’t vouch for how old they are.”

He gathered her into his arms and stared down into her eyes. “I want you, Lissette—all of you. But if we’re going too far too fast, say so now. You have to want⁠—”

She reached up, cupped the back of his head and brought him down to her. “I want you, too. That patience you seem to think I have…? I don’t. Make it fast and make it hard.”

Fire burst through Xavier’s veins as he took her in his arms. He wouldn’t start out fast. He wanted her to feel what he was feeling. She deserved to be made love to, not just have sex.

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Lissette thought she’d made herself clear. She wanted him...all of him...inside her. Immediately. Her body was on fire, desperate for what only he could provide.

Instead of ripping her panties off and plunging into her, he kissed her again, taking his time to caress her tongue while his hand trailed down her neck. When he abandoned her mouth, she thought for sure he’d get down to business and fill what was empty with that hard, thick cock of his.

Xavier obviously had other plans as he followed his hand down her neck to the swell of her breasts. He took one plump nipple into his mouth at the same time as he captured the other between his thumb and forefinger. Pinching, nipping and flicking each, he worked her until she moaned, her blood thundering through her veins.

When she couldn’t stand it anymore, she reached for his head, laced her hands into his hair and urged him lower.

He obliged, taking an agonizingly slow path across her torso, kissing and flicking each rib along the way. When he finally arrived at the juncture of her thighs, Lissette wanted to die of frustration.

She wanted him. Inside. Stretching her channel, pumping in and out.

Xavier hooked his thumb into the elastic band of her panties and slid them over her hips and down her thighs, easing them all the way down her legs until the scrap of fabric cleared her ankle monitor and feet.

Lissette’s breath caught in her throat as he worked his way back up her legs, his tongue and lips leaving a tantalizing trail of sensations all the way up to the juncture of her thighs where moisture slicked her channel in anticipation.

She spread her legs wider as he settled between them.

Xavier slid his hands under her ass, using his thumbs to part her folds. He blew a warm breath across her sex.

Her breath caught and held, her body tensing, anticipating, craving.

The tip of his tongue tapped her clit.

Her back arched. She drew her knees up and planted her heels in the mattress.

He flicked her there, sending waves of sensation through her.

She clutched the comforter in her hands, unable to breathe.

When he sucked her clit into his mouth, she dug in her heels and lifted her hips, wanting more. “Please,” she breathed out, barely able to draw in more air as he swirled his tongue, increasing the intensity, speed and pressure until her hips rocked up and down. She threw back her head as the tension throughout her body built and deepened, pushing her to the very edge.

He paused, leaving her hanging by a thread on the precipice.