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“I need to taste you there, too.”

“Oh. Please. Yes.” Her sighs are coming faster now, shakier. Good. I’m going to make her come like this, with the ghost of a fantasy about me going down on her.

I’ll save being inside her for the real deal.

“Tell me how you’re touching yourself, Cara. Do you rub your clit or dip your pretty fingers inside?”

“I rub.” Her words catch, and that little break makes my balls draw tight.

“Your fingers are mine. Circling, faster and faster. Your clit’s getting hard, isn’t it? Hard and needy. I want that on my tongue. I want to feel you throb for me.”

“It is. Oh, I’m…” She gasps, a sexy little sound that goes on and on. I roll my thumb over my crown, wet with pre-come, and listen to the glorious noises she makes as she shatters, then slowly comes back to me. Each utterance jacks up my need to join her.

“Oh, Toby,” she breathes, and I come undone. With a strangled shout, I jerk my cock, pointing it toward my belly as my come spurts hot against my skin.

Well, hell.

I bite my lip to keep from saying the uncensored emotions barreling through me.

“That was…” She giggles. “Hot. Right?”

“Crazy hot.” I swallow all the other words. “Now go to sleep.”

“I’m going,” she says drowsily.

“Sweet dreams, troublemaker.”

But that title really belongs to me now. And she has no idea.

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

CARA

I’M SINKING into yet another dream about Toby’s fingers when I realize the sun is pretty warm on my face for the early morning.

With a gasp, I jolt upright in bed. Where the hell is my phone? It’s definitely not breakfast time. The sunlight streaming through the window is mid-morning light.

Mid-morning.

Fuckity fuckers, I’m late.

I throw the blankets off my bed.

Still no sign of my phone. Last night, I was talking to Toby…ohGod, the phone sex.

Okay, I’ll freak out about that later. And then…

From under my bed, I hear a muted chime. I leap out of bed and slip on a sock, jamming my toe against the nightstand as I twist and drop to the floor.

First time in my life I’ve ever tried a ninja move like that. Last time, too. Dorks aren’t meant to leap out of bed, ready for action.

I’m not ready for anything.

Action, a fake wedding, responding to…

Toby’s six text messages.

Oh. Sweet. Mercy.

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