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“So wet,” he rumbled.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“So what time suits you?” Josie asked.

Oh, God. I’d forgotten I was on the phone.

“Um, what for again?”

Josie giggled. “It’s only a guess here, but is Saxon in the room with you?”

“Yes,” I squeaked when Saxon bit my arse cheek.

“Honey,” she started with humour in her voice, “call me back when you’re free.”

A tongue slid against my folds.

“O-okay,” I stuttered. “Bye,” I added quickly before I ended the call and dropped my phone to the bench. “Saxon,” I cried as he spread my lips and tongued my clit.

“Seeing your arse bent over, I couldn’t resist,” he told me before kissing me down below again. I pushed back onto his mouth and was rewarded with a groan from him. “Soaked in juices for me.”

“Yes.” I nodded and then rested my head on the bench while my man ate me out. Then I heard the zipper to his jeans being lowered. I turned my head to the side so I could see him pull his cock free. He palmed himself.

“So fuckin’ good,” he said. “Goddamn, you make me so hard.” He went back to kissing my pussy, driving his tongue in and out while his finger moved over my clit. The tightness was back. I was going to explode. I ground myself down on his face and finger. “Come for me,” he ordered. “Wanna feel it on my tongue.”

“H-hell,” I cried, just before my orgasm burst and Saxon’s tongue pushed back inside of me. “Yes!” I mewed.

As I came down, my legs felt like jelly. Saxon took one last lick, sending a shudder through me and then bit my arse cheek. Standing, I turned to face him to see he was still palming his cock. Quickly, I got to my knees.

It’s Saxon.

I can and will do anything for my man.

He wouldn’t force me, hurt me.

His hand dropped away from his dick when I took it within my mouth.

“Christ,” he clipped out on a groan. “Shit, angel, you don’t have—”

Shifting back, I said, “I want to.” Then I sucked him in again. I cupped his balls and gently ran my hand over them.

“Yeah, fuck. Yes.”

His balls shrank up; he was close. One of his hands slid down my back, and I shuddered in pleasure when he slipped two fingers inside of me and began pumping. He removed them, and I glanced up to his face to see him suck on his fingers while his eyes were heated and hooded looking down on me taking him.

“You ready?” he asked through clenched teeth.

Damn, he was one sexy man.

He cupped my neck. My eyes fixed on his, wanting to watch him lose control. At the first squirt of his cum, I drank back and kept on drinking when more came. He cursed, threw his head back, and pumped his cock into my mouth until the last drop touched my tongue.

His gaze returned to mine while I licked the tip of his dick before leaning back on my knees. Saxon reached out and pulled me to him. I went willingly and moaned when his lips crashed into mine in one hot and heavy kiss.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

SAXON

One week later

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