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She puts her palms on the counter as if she’s about to lift herself, but she doesn’t make the move.

I turn, place my hands on her hips, and lift her to do exactly what I said.

“Preston,” she whispers. “What are you doing?”

“I’m helping you calm down.”

“But I am calm. I just can’t stop thinking about everything.”

“Then I want to help you stop thinking.”

She bites her bottom lip, and it spurs something inside of me.

It’s late, we’re alone, and right now, going back to bed is the last thing I want to do.

Her gaze locks on mine as I move closer. Slowly, I push her knees apart to settle myself between them. Then I grab her hips and jerk her to the edge.

“If you want to think about something, think about how hard I am right now, all because you’re biting your lip.”

She lets it go, and I growl.

“Bite it again.”

Her chest rises, and her mouth opens as if she wants to argue with me.

“Bite it again, Sunny, or I’m going to step away from you and you’ll—good girl.” I dip my head to press my lips to her neck.

She moans, and my cock jumps, growing harder.

Her hands smooth over my shoulders, and she locks them behind my neck, tugs gently, her fingers scratching the back of my head. I take that as my sign to do more.

One hand dips between her legs, sliding over her inner thigh. Her sleep shorts are short enough that I can slip my hand right inside them.

Her next breath falters as the tips of my fingers inch closer and closer to her center.

When I push them past the material, I find her bare.

“Fuck, Sunny.” I pull back to kiss her, but she turns her head.

“No kissing,” she says quickly. “I don’t want this to get complicated. If we don’t kiss, the rest is … just for fun.”

“Just for fun,” I repeat.

She nods. “I just … something not serious in my life sounds like a good idea, and I think—ohhh,” she moans as I slip a finger inside her.

“I said, I want you to stop thinking.”

She nods quickly.

“Good, now lift your hips so I can take your shorts off.”

There is zero hesitation on her part.

I slide them off her, letting them fall to the floor, then quickly drop to my knees on them.

I don’t say another word, and neither does she before I push her thighs onto my shoulders, my tongue licking against her delicious pussy in seconds.

“Fuck,” she says, one hand behind her for balance while the other comes to hold my head in place. “Oh, god.”