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I let out a frustrated moan as my eyes fallclosed.

My name on his lips has me blinking them openagain.

Wes is looking up at me, those eyes the blackest blue I’ve ever seen in the light from the living room at my back. His brows are drawn together, his hair a mess from myfingers.

I didn’t know Wes had a dark mode. I would’ve flipped the switch daysago.

When his tongue swipes over my clit, I loseeverything.

I pull on his hair until he groans, the vibrations sending shockwaves through mysystem.

But Wes doesn’t retreat. He grabs my ass, pulling me closer to theedge.

My elbows hit the counter but the pain barelyregisters.

If you’d told me an hour ago I’d be in my kitchen getting tongue-fucked by Wes Robinson, I’d have called youcrazy.

Now, though, I’m hanging on as though my life depends onit.

It’ssofuckinggood.

Not because he does this all thetime.

Because hedoesn’t.

Guilt streaks through me, and I squeeze my eyes tighter, ignoring the burning at the backs ofthem.

You’re useless. You take things, and you debase them. You make them less than theyare.

I shove the voiceaway.

Each stroke of Wes’s tongue is sweettorture.

But despite the slow strokes, there’s a race to the finish happening inside me. I’m close, and I can’tstop.

He dials up the pressure, relentless. Tears burn the backs of my eyes, but they’re not from frustration or humiliation. There’s no room forit.

As if he knows I need it, Wes presses two fingers insideme.

The feel of him, any part of him, inside me is so fucking real I can’t standit.

My hands go limp in his hair as shockwaves rack my body, starting with my core and not stopping until every part of metrembles.

Mytoes.

Mylips.

My fingers on the smoothcounter.

I open my eyes to see Wes roll his shirtsleevesdown.

Then he reaches past me for the cupboard door, closing it almost immediately and tryinganother.

He pulls out a glass, fills it with water, and sets it next tome.

Then with an unreadable look, he starts towards thedoor.

“Where are you going?” My voice is level, as if he didn’t just take meapart.

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