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And then all thoughts fly out the window when he presses his face between my legs and inhales.

I startle, gaping down at him. But when he opens his mouth to suck at the fabric of my leggings, a moan escapes and a shiver runs through me.

“I was half hoping you would leave that skirt on,” he murmurs, nuzzling into me. And I’m still staring as he finally sits up and reaches for my waistband.

But then he pauses, his eyes lifting to meet mine. “Am I about to find you naked under here, Charli?”

When I don’t answer, Lucas curses and rips the pants down my legs.

I can’t stop watching him. As he stares at the place between my legs, as his hands tighten on my thighs. He looks ravenous. For me.

Eventually, he leans down to press a kiss to my thigh. And then another. Soon, he’s kissing up my legs, alternating sides and not leaving an inch of skin untasted.

When he’s close enough to my pussy that I can feel his breath waft over my wet skin, he pauses and glances up at me. “Might want to start your search soon, baby girl,” he murmurs with a smirk.

Then he goes right back to tasting me.

My cheeks flaming with a blush, I turn toward my laptop. It’s not the most comfortable position, but I think that’s more due to the temptation between my legs than the twist of my upper body.

I try not to be obvious about my attempt to clear my jumbled thoughts, but when I suck in a breath and shake my head slightly, I hear a puff of laughter against my thighs. Lucas knows exactly what I’m doing.

Cocky bastard.

I start with a basic search on Lucas’s brother. I already know his name and which MMA organization he fought in, but I quickly dig up when he retired, what sponsorships he used to accept, basic things that will start to point me in the right direction.

Every so often, my cursor slips. Because in the five minutes it took me to dig up that information, Lucas has reached my pussy.

He’s not really touching it, though. He’s teasing me. Sometimes by placing a kiss directly beside my center, sometimes with his thumb that rubs one, two, three gentle circles on my clit. None of the contact is enough to do anything but torment me.

Which is more distracting than if he were really touching me. My focus jumps constantly to what he’s doing, just waiting for that first real contact.

When he finally spreads my legs enough to settle his shoulders between them, I think I stop breathing entirely. I’m no longer looking at my computer screen.

I expect him to tease me some more. But as I watch him stare down at my pussy, his pupils blowing to black, I realize, he’s just as desperate for this as I am.

When his lips touch my clit, his whole body vibrates with his groan. And then he spreads my legs wider, his fingers pressing into my thighs so hard, I know I’ll find bruises in the shape of fingerprints tomorrow. His next kiss is a long lick from ass to clit.

I’m frozen. I have no idea where to put my hands, or how to sit, or how to keep my legs from starting to shake. When Lucas starts to lick me for real, I let out a whimper and squeeze the chair’s armrests.

I watch, mesmerized, as Lucas learns my body. In a way even I don’t know. But somehow, after a few licks and testing sucks, he figures out how to alternate between circling his tongue around my swollen clit and moving lower to slide it deep inside me.

I start to pant, every other breath coming out as a moan.

And then he starts to talk. How does someone talk dirty while they’re performing oral?

Only Lucas would be able to achieve that.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he groans. Another filthy lick that ends with a hard suck on my clit. “When I win, I’m going to make you sit on my face every morning when I wake up, and every night before I go to bed.” Another swirl of his tongue. “And maybe a few times in between.”

I can’t let him keep talking. I’ll come before he even finishes a sentence.

Which reminds me… I’m supposed to be not coming.

I turn toward my laptop again, trying to re-focus. Okay, Nico’s email. Now that I know what I’m looking for and when, I need to get into Nico’s email.

Most hacking is just stalking on public sites and then guessing passwords based on that information. I have a software I built to help with that, but for Nico, it shouldn’t be hard to guess. Based on the way he looked at his girlfriend, I’m betting it’s something related to her.

Slowly, I type in Sc@rlett.