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Damn right, I am, but I suspect he’s wishing his future fiancée was sharing a drink with him tonight. “I’m definitely knee deep in it now. You only know that because you’d rather be staring at Jan’s face right now than mine.”

His head falls back in laughter. “Looking at Jan every single day is all I want to do for the rest of my life, so tell me how to propose so the love of my life says yes.”

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Opal

“The steak was delicious,”I whisper as William slides off his tie.

His gaze slowly travels over my naked body. “Says the woman who was so delicious I couldn’t wait to get undressed before I feasted on her sweet, sweet pussy.”

My hands instinctively drop to my mound to cover myself. It’s a silly move, given what William just did to me, so I laugh.

His white button-down shirt falls to the floor. “Are you suddenly shy, Opal? You were spread eagled not more than five minutes ago. I’ve seen it all. I’ve tasted it all.”

My hand crawls back up my body, stopping to tweak my left nipple. It’s a furled nub of need. I’m already aching for his touch again, even though he spent the last hour kissing and licking almost every inch of me.

“It’s my turn to taste you,” I purr. “Get naked and feed me your cock.”

His chest heaves as a low growl of need pours from between his lips. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll blow my load right here. Right now.”

I slide the tip of my tongue slowly over my bottom lip. “Don’t waste it like that.”

The rest of his clothes are on the floor in no time flat, and before I can move an inch, he’s hovering above me with his steely cock in his palm. He’s fisting it, stroking it with long, fluid movements.

It’s so primal and incredibly masculine that I moan out loud. I don’t try to quiet the volume at all. I just let it flow, filling the air in his bedroom with the sound of my need.

“Suck it,” he demands as he glides the thick crown across my lips. “I want to watch you swallow every fucking drop.”

“Yes, please,” I murmur before I part my lips to take him, all while watching his neck arch back as he pants my name.

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I nibbleon a piece of cold steak as I contemplate what just happened. William took me with such tenderness after I blew him that it brought tears to my eyes. Ten minutes after he shot his load onto my tongue and down my throat, he was sheathed and ready to go again.

I teased him that he wouldn’t last long, but it wasn’t based on any truth or proof.

He demanded I get on top of him, and as I slid down on his erection, he gritted his teeth while telling me that I was made for him.

That bit so deep that I had to look away from his striking face as I fucked him.

When he pushed me off to flip me over so he could slide inside my pussy while kissing me, I came. It was unexpected and so intense that I screamed.

He held me against him after that, stroking my back softly as I came down from the high. I’m dangerously close to feeling more for him than I can allow myself to, which terrifies me.

“I’d offer to make you something more substantial to eat, but I don’t have much to work with,” William says as he enters the kitchen.

He’s not kidding.

After we made love, I was famished, so I searched for a snack. The only things in the cupboard near the fridge were a box of cereal that expired more than two years ago and a bag of sugar.

The fridge didn’t offer much, either. Besides the meager leftovers from our meal earlier, there were three bottles of sparkling water, two tomatoes, and the rest of the fresh basil and mozzarella he had put on the pizza the other night. An almost empty jar of grainy mustard and a bottle of some sauce with a layer of mold floating on top of it rounded out the offerings.

It’s very apparent that he rarely cooks. I find it endearing that he’s made the effort for me twice.

“I know.” He pops a finger into the air. “I could order a pizza from Franzini’s.”

I finish chewing the steak in my mouth and swallow. “The end to a perfect night in Brooklyn is a Franzini’s pizza.”

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