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Lazy.

Lick.

The sucking. His fingers. It’s too much to take.

His forearms slide under my thighs to hold me open, and I swear that grip is a whole religion. Secure. Possessive. Worshipful. He pins me down, sucking harder on my clit.

I am high.

Floating.

He finds the exact pressure that makes my knees try to climb his shoulders. He makes it worse—in the best way—by breathing me in between strokes, murmuring something I don’t catch because my pulse is loud in my ears.

My thighs tremble around him. Quake.

Just like he wanted . . .

A slow curl of his fingers—inside—turns my breath ragged. He drags along that place again, patient and cruel and perfect, and the ceiling blurs at the edges.

Yes.

There.

Right there.

I try to hold still. I fail. My hips tilt for him, offering, pleading without words. His palms flatten over my hips to steady me, and he seals his mouth to me like he’s drinking from the source.

Stars.

Yes . . .

Oh God, yes . . .

Chapter 19

Hayes

I can’t get her taste out of my mouth.

Not that I want to.

I want so bad to drown myself in her pussy, live on the sweetness she left on my tongue even though it left me horny.

The house is quiet except for the dryer thumping a lost button around the drum and the storm nosing the gutters. The back porch lights are on, casting a glow out onto the pool water, and Layla is relaxing cross-legged on the couch in one of my sweatshirts, curled hands tucked into the sleeves.

So sexy, especially in my clothes.

“When is Benny supposed to be back?” Layla asks, pointing the remote at the TV but not looking at it. She’s looking at me, waiting for my reply.

I check my wrist. “Any second now.”

No time to fuck you again . . .

I’m surprised when the doorbell rings.

I freeze. We don’t use the doorbell. The doorbell is for packages, and restaurant and grocery deliveries—which I usually ignore until the delivery person is gone.

When I open the door, a cool breeze blows in along with Benny, who rushes in, still in her volleyball uniform and knee pads, ponytail swinging.