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The moan that follows makes my dick so hard, I reach into my sweatpants with one hand and start to stroke it.

I flick my tongue fast, stopping only to suck on her clit for a five-count before I do it again.

I pump my hand faster, letting out a groan of my own as my orgasm nears faster than I’d prefer. I need to get her there first. I pull my hand from my pants, and my cock throbs in protest. So I stand, push my pants down and slide two fingers inside her.

“Preston,” she calls out.

I curl them, moving them in a scissor motion as I dip to suck her clit again.

“Yes, yes, I’m close.”

The moment I feel her walls clamp down, I remove my fingers, grab my dick, and slide the tip over her pussy. Up, down, in a circle, teasing where I’d give anything to slide inside of her.

Her foot hooks around my back, pulling me closer. The motion sends my cock sliding against her.

Fuck, I want to be inside her, but she rubs herself on me, and my orgasm erupts out of nowhere at the same time hers does.

“Ah, fuuuuuuuck,” I say, growling into her ear.

The little pants she lets out make my chest swell with pride, but it’s the way her eyes gloss over and her cheeks turn pink as she keeps her eyes on mine that really sends me over.

Even as our orgasms die down, our gazes never part.

Then she smiles at me, a blush taking over her face as she hops off the counter, grabs her shorts, and disappears down the hall.

With my heart still pounding over an orgasmic experience that I can’t even describe, one thought crosses my mind.

I need more.

Chapter

Sixteen

GRACE

Preston and I arrived back in Lovers an hour ago, and after we returned our things to my cabin, I left for the lodge to dive right into work.

It’s been ten minutes since I walked into my office, and for the first time in the last twenty-fours, I feel like I can actually breathe.

Preston King gave me an orgasm.

Yep.

That is 100 percent something I never thought I would say or think.

Yet, that’s where my mind is. Obsessing, really. Reliving it in my head.

Over. And over. And over.

I’ll never look at his kitchen the same way again.

If I ever go back, that is.

Afterward, we’d gone right to sleep, where I fell into what felt like the deepest sleep of my life.

He didn’t try to chat with me. He didn’t try to cuddle or make it more than it was for the night. It was as if he knew my mind would be spinning and I needed to take in what just happened. He would have been right to think that, but I was in such a relaxed state, I fell asleep the moment my head hit his pillow.

I’d slept so hard that he, fully dressed and ready to go, had to wake me this morning.