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“No,” I tell her. “You are not a mistake.”

“Louie?”

“Yeah?”

“Take me back to bed,” Charlotte says.

Without another word, I stand, pick her up, and carry her back down the hall to the bedroom. My body follows hers onto the mattress. “Coming back to bed is a great idea.”

My lips slam onto hers, my body suffering from a different sort of starvation now. I’m hungry for her, more of her, always more. I move my mouth down Charlotte’s chin and along her neck.

“You were made to be treasured, sweetheart, but your body… it was made to be fucked,” I tell her. My hand slides between us, grazing along her inner thighs. “Fuck, you’re dripping. I can feel your wetness all the way down your leg. Is this for me? Are you wet for me?”

Charlotte’s hips arch upwards, her core seeking the friction she’s desperate for. “I need you,” she moans.

“Need, huh? What is it that you need from me?” I ask her.

“I need you to touch me,” she says, her breath catching when I do just that. My fingers slide under the piece of lace covering her pussy. Circling around her hard little bud. Her body practically jumps off the bed, her wetness covering my fingers.

“I love how responsive you are,” I tell her. “Your body is mine. This is all mine.” My teeth bite down on Charlotte’s shoulder. I pull my hand back and sit up. Charlotte groans. “I want this off.” I tug her shirt—my shirt—over her head. Staring at her perfect, C-cup breasts. “These are mine.” I cup one and then the other as Charlotte’s hands run up and down my chest, my abs.

“Does that make all of this mine?” she asks me.

“It’s all yours,” I reply as I lean forward, covering her body with mine again.

Charlotte’s tongue darts out, licking across my collarbone. “Good, because I licked it, which means it’s mine.”

I raise a brow at her. “If I lick it, it’s mine? Challenge accepted.” Taking hold of her wrists, I position her arms above her head. “I’m going to lick you from head to toe. Keep your hands there. Don’t move them or I’ll tie them up,” I warn, and the moan that comes out of her mouth tells me she likes the idea more than I thought she would. “You want to be tied up, sweetheart?”

Charlotte smiles but shakes her head. “I’ll be good. I’ll keep them here.”

“Good girl. Don’t move. Your body is a piece of fine art I’m going to take my time exploring.” My tongue trails from her shoulder, down to her right breast, before capturing her nipple. I release the hardened bud with a plop before looking up at her. She hasn’t moved. “Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me?” Charlotte asks.

“For not running,” I tell her before repeating the process with her other nipple.

“Argh, god.” Her body moves upwards, and her hands come down on the top of my head.

I smirk around her nipple before letting it go. Fuck, those moans do something to me. They make me feral. I want to record them so I can play them back, over and over. Or better yet, maybe I just need to keep making her come day and night.

Sitting up on my knees, I move her hands back above her head. “Keep them there.”

“Sorry.” Charlotte giggles. “Continue, please.”

“You know, no one else dares to give me orders,” I tell her.

“Well, I’m not just anyone,” Charlotte says.

“No, you’re not.” I continue my slow exploration of her body. Licking down her stomach and circling my tongue around her belly button, causing her to squirm and laugh.

When I get to her pussy, I peel her panties down her legs before spreading them wide and lapping at her from bottom to top. “I licked it, so it’s mine,” I tell Charlotte before diving back in.

ChapterTwenty-Four

My arms wrap around Evie’s neck. “I can’t believe you’re here,” I choke out, tears threatening to spill free.

She drops her bag to the ground and pulls me closer. “I’m so sorry,” she says. “You should never have been alone through any of this.”

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