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Jesus Christ. She has no idea what those two words did to me.

Or maybe she does.

That's the thing about Layla. She's constantly challenging me, constantly pushing to see what I'll do next.

Most people don't dare me.

She seems to fucking delight in it.

And I love it.

I love the spark in her eyes when she thinks she's gotten the better of me. The little lift of her chin. The way she refuses to be intimidated by my name, my money, or anything else people usually find so fucking impressive.

I love⁠—

My thoughts skid to a halt.

Nope.

Not touching that one tonight.

Wanting her is dangerous enough. And I've never been a man content to stand around staring at something I want.

So I act.

I capture her mouth again, determined to make this woman feel even a fraction of what she's made me feel since the second I laid eyes on her.

Heat. So much fucking heat.

Enough to burn through every carefully constructed layer of control I've spent a lifetime perfecting.

Her nipples bite into my chest as I lick into her, memorizing her taste.

I can feel her hands on my back, and they’re going lower. She grabs my ass, then slides them to the front and I hiss at the feel of her stroking my hard as fuck dick over my pants—and I just know I’m making a mess of myself.

I move to her neck, licking and nibbling her skin, lowering my head to suck one plump nipple into my mouth.

Next, she’s unbuttoning my slacks. Layla pushes the zipper down and reaches inside, pulling my cock free—and fuck me, I groan.

She's soft and delicious beneath my mouth and hands, smelling like wildflowers and vanilla.

Tasting even better.

Layla makes a sound against my skin, and every muscle in my body tightens.

Fuck.

I want more of that. More groans. More sighs. So I steal them from her. I remove her hands from my dick or yeah—this will be over way to soon, and I drop to my knees.

“So fucking pretty,” I growl and lift one thick thigh over my shoulder.

“Mitchell!”

Her fingers clutch at me, but I don’t hesitate or slow down. I rip the sheer panty from her skin and close my mouth over her glistening sex.

“Oh fuck, Mitchell!” she cries out my name for the second time.

That shouldn't affect me as much as it does.