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In every fantasy and scenario, it had never felt this good.

His lips trailed over her collarbone, and down her chest. The coarse hair of his beard brushed up against her nipple and she sucked in a breath. A low rumbling groan had Imogene tightening her thighs. For as hard and gruff as Jekyll was, his touch was soft as if he was savoring every second. His mouth slid over her breast taking her nipple between his lips in a strong pull. She dug her fingers into the leather of his vest and moaned.

“Jekyll.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

He lowered down to her stomach, licking her skin. It was a torturous seduction and she felt the moisture pool between her legs. Oh my God. Her hand softly curled over the back of his neck, caressing him and she dropped her head against the wall.

Then something shifted.

He dropped to his knees, ripping open the button to her leather pants and lowering the zipper. She barely had any time to comprehend what was happening. He fisted the waist of her pants and pulled them down to her ankles along with her thong.

He glanced up with a heated stare that sent her heart rate spiking to an unnatural level. The corner of his mouth curled seconds before he lowered his head.

Was he going to…

“Ahhh…” Her body tensed and her muscles tightened. Yes, he is.

His mouth spread over her pussy, his tongue dipping between her folds. It sent a bolt of electricity through her veins, and her breath shallowed. She dug her nails into his neck and gripped the other hand on his shoulder to steady herself. This may not be her first time getting oral, but it was against a wall. She dropped her chin to her chest.

Imogene tried to catch her breath, but looking down and watching him between her legs wasn’t helping. The pads of his fingers dug into the backs of her thighs, keeping her in place. I’m not going anywhere.

“Jekyll.” Her moan was breathy and barely audible but it echoed off the walls.

His tongue flicked over her clit and she tightened her grip. His rumbling growl had her pressing her hips closer to his mouth. His hand curved around her inner thigh and between her legs, sliding his finger inside her. Imogene rocked her hips, riding his hand. It had never been this good. Or so she thought. Because then it got better.

Jekyll dipped another finger inside of her while sucking her clit between his lips.

That’s what put her over the edge.

Imogene fell forward, unable to balance the weight of her body on shaky knees. His tongue slid over her clit, teasing, and she gasped, pushing at his shoulders. Too much, too much! Jekyll pulled back and angled his head, pressing his lips against her inner thigh. It was the perfect ending to a mind-blowing orgasm.

The room was drowned in silence. She wasn’t sure how long she’d stood with her back pressed against the wall, but he didn’t move until her breathing leveled.

“You good?” His deep voice was low.

Good?

“So good.” She carelessly laughed at her response. Good didn’t come close to covering all her emotions and more importantly, her satisfaction at the moment. Good was an understatement. But yeah, I’m good, Jekyll. So damn good.

Jekyll grabbed the waist of her pants, pulling them up, and straightened. He towered over her by almost a foot, and his head was bowed, adjusting her pants, lifting the zipper, and clasping the button. It was a little unexpected that he’d dress her afterwards. It was…sweet. Not something she’d come to expect from him. She slid her fingers over his forearms, and he stiffened, meeting her stare. Dark blue eyes pinned on her.

“I feel like I should thank you, but that might be weird.”

His gaze still held residual heat, but the corner of his mouth curled into a half smile. He grabbed her neck and kissed her.

I guess it’s not that weird.

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Thank him? Yeah, that would be fucking weird. But I like it.

Jekyll turned his back as she grabbed his shirt off the bed and pulled it over her head. He wasn’t being a gentleman and showing her some privacy. It was for his own salvation. His dick was pressed so hard against his zipper, he didn’t trust it not to bust open if he got any harder. The attraction was always there, but he was now at a new level with her. One taste and he was already planning for the next. He balled his fists and rolled his neck trying to relieve some of his built up tension.

He was good at reading women, and she was sending him all the signals. If he wanted her in his bed, he could have her there within seconds. The thought had crossed his mind. Quite a few times. But he needed to take it slower with her. Imogene wasn’t some random woman he’d bang and send away.

And that’s the fucking problem.

This was new territory for him. Imogene had his mind and thoughts going in a million directions. If he was going to fuck her, it wouldn’t be in his room at the clubhouse on dirty sheets with the scent of other women. Imogene deserved better. I want to give her better.