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I cup her face and kiss her—long and deep.

“I need you,” she whispers when I let her go.

Her breathing quickens when I reach for the hem of her T-shirt and pull it over her head. It’s almost too much—her large breasts encased in black lace.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Ivy’s cheeks redden. “You’re not so bad yourself, mister.”

She reaches around her back and unclips her bra, dropping it to the floor, and I catch my breath. She’s so perfect, all cream and pink skin, and her pale pink nipples look good enough to eat.

I unbutton and unzip my jeans, sliding them down my legs and kicking them off. When I straighten up, she’s done the same.

The girl of my dreams, completely naked in front of me.

“You’re overdressed.” She reaches for my boxers, and I chuckle, helping her push them down.

I take her in my arms—her breasts pressed against my chest.

This is heaven.

“Want to join me in bed?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Her eyes glimmer with mischief.

I kiss her. A week ago, I was watching her, thinking of her, dreaming about her. But now she’s here in the flesh and she’s moving in with me.

“I want you in here. Not in the spare room.”

Ivy snorts. “As if I’d ever last in there.”

She pulls away and takes my hand in hers, leading me to the bed.

I laugh as she pushes me back onto the sheets—my bed’s still unmade from this morning—and straddles me.

For the first time in forever, I’m free.

She doesn’t judge me.

She doesn’t look at me like a freak.

“Come here,” I beckon her down for a kiss, and she giggles as I flip her over onto her back, hovering above her. “I need to taste you, Ivy. Need to lick that pussy until you’re ready to take me.”

Her eyes widen. “I never pictured you for a dirty talker.”

“You don’t like it?”

“I like it way too much.” Her dimples pop. How can she be so adorable and sexy all at once? I love it.

I kiss my way down her body, pausing to suckle on those hard nipples. She squirms underneath me, her breathy sighs spurring me on as I kiss over her belly and down toward her pussy.

She lets out a moan when my tongue hits her clit. I lick and lap and suck, the taste of her making me so hard, it’s almost painful.

Ivy Buchanan is perfection.

I flop onto my back and pull her over until she straddles me again.

Her kiss is soft, but I deepen it. All I can smell is her on my beard, and I love it. If I spent the rest of my life smelling of Ivy’s pussy, I’d be a happy man.

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