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“So fucking good.”

I could come all over her face this second. I hope she appreciates it’s taking everything in me not to.

When she shifts forward, swallowing me all the way to the back of her throat, I could actually die.

I know she doesn’t let her guard down easily. But the way she was tonight—going toe-to-toe with my father, how she can be tough in one moment and soft in the next—is a goddamned gift. I’m not sure I’m worth it.

But I want to be.

My fingers work in her hair. “Shit. Slow down.”

I try to pull her back, but she makes a sound of protest.

Then I’m pumping between her lips. I can’t stop.

“Fuck. You feel so fucking good.”

I reach for the ties at the back of her dress, unfastening them. It comes loose and tumbles down, catching on her breasts but I can see the tops over her lace bra.

Now it’s worse, because her tits bounce every time she moves and I’m completely losing it.

“Townie. Fuck. Shay…” I don’t even know what I’m saying, but she’s humming around me. I’m not even conscious as I thrust into her, my cock hitting the back of her throat.

Heat barrels through me, my muscles contracting.

She sucks, her cheeks hollowing out, and I come, hard and violent. I’m shaking as I finish.

When I force my eyes open, she’s watching me through those thick lashes again, licking off her lips.

“Well?”

“You’re too good at that.”

Her smile widens.

“I’m not done with you,” I growl softly. “Give me one minute.”

She shifts to standing, a triumphant expression on her face. “I’m going to change.”

Shay takes off her shoes, then starts for the bedroom. My hand circles her wrist before she can. “I said one minute.”

I drag her back and set her on the table, bracing my hands in front of me. I don’t want her out of my sight for a second.

I try to steady my heart rate, to gather myself.

The seconds tick away and she watches me, fascinated.

Her fingers find my shirt, unfastening the top button.

One.

My abs tense, my heart hammering dully against my ribs. There are a million taunts I could toss her way. Neither of us speaks as she undoes another.

Two.

Who is this version of me that’s desperate for something other than the future I’ve been building? The one I’ve bled for, sacrificed for? It’s like spending your entire life trying to breathe only to realize oxygen isn’t as important anymore.

I’m drowning in her. Just silently suffocating.