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But no. Apparently not. Because he was already trailing kisses down my stomach to my pubic mound, briefly rubbing his nose against the patch of hair there, before pulling back as his long thumbs framed my pussy and pressed down gently, spreading me wider.

I clamped my lower lip between my teeth, trying to control my breathing so he wouldn’t know how eager I was to feel his tongue. I shut my eyes to heighten the anticipation.

“Wow.”

That made them pop right back open. I tensed up and defensively asked, “What?”

“Nothing, just… your clit is cute.”

Well that was possibly the strangest compliment I’d ever received. “Uh… okay.”

“It’s so small. Aw.” He shot me a sly grin. “Look at it all hidden in there.”

“Are you sure you’re looking at the right thing?”

That wiped the smile off his face, nostrils flaring in outrage.

“Yes. I may have never been with a human, but I know where the clit is on one.” He glared up at me. “Do you want me to eat your pussy or not?”

My cunt gave an enthusiastic throb in answer, still framed by his long thumbs, which drew his gaze back down as his eyes flared with heat. He shifted a thumb to stroke me, being careful of his claw. I was already wet, so when the pad of his thumb swiped back up and smoothed over my clit, it was slick with my arousal. I bit down on my lip again.

“Well.” I swallowed. All I could think was, Thank god I showered after that spin class. “Seeing as you’re down there…”

He was already lowering his head. At the first touch of his hot tongue, my breath escaped in a hard rush and he groaned against me. His thumbs kept me spread wide open, allowing him to find my clit with unerring accuracy and circle it lightly with the tip of his tongue.

His thumbs pressed harder, claws digging into my skin and making a sharp jolt of arousal shoot into my core. He pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to my pussy, letting out a curt groan when my clit pulsed against his tongue.

“I’m only”—lick—“doing this”—lick—“to shut you up.” He sucked my clit briefly into his mouth, making my legs spasm. “About the fucking flaming shots.”

“F-fine,” I managed, trying not to sound too breathless.

“You’re so”—another hungry lick—“fucking infuriating.”

“Oh my god, stop talking.” I glared down at him and he glared right back up, though it wasn’t the least bit intimidating while his tongue was still swiping over my pussy. “Just get on with it already!”

He narrowed his eyes before focusing on the task at hand, flicking my clit with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth for another suck.

My eyes almost crossed, a gasp escaping me as my head fell back. When I felt his lips curve into a smug smile against me, indignation made me lift my head to glare down at him again.

“Don’t take it personally if you can’t make me come.” I regretted the words as soon as I said them, because fuck, he was definitely going to make me come. “It can take a while sometimes.”

It had absolutely been the wrong thing to say. I didn’t even know why I said it—I just wanted to take him down a peg. Maybe bruise that gigantic ego. Instead, his yellow eyes gleamed with cunning as he lifted his gaze to meet mine.

“You don’t think I can make you come?” he rasped, then gave my clit another feather-soft lick.

I fought the urge to squirm. To push my hips up off the desk to get closer. “I’m just… I’m just saying.”

He hmmed, giving my clit a wet, filthy kiss. “I’m pretty sure I can make you come, Anita.”

I shuddered from hearing him say my name in that deep voice while he was tonguing my pussy. Fuck, why had I goaded him?

“How about this.” He lifted his head and started smoothing the pad of his thumb over my pulsing clit in slow circles. “If I make you come—which I will—you never bring up the fucking flaming shots again.”

I tried my best to concentrate. “So you don’t want them then?”

His nostrils flared, jaw clenching, but then he buried his mouth back between my legs without answering, arms looping around my thighs to keep them spread wide.

Oh god, he was ruthlessly determined now. His ridged tongue felt almost unfairly good. He somehow knew exactly how much how pressure I needed against my clit. He gave the length of my pussy a long, lingering lick, then seemed to get distracted by the dip of my opening, sliding the tip of his tongue inside and moaning hoarsely.