Page 161 of Silver Fox Puck

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I stand on the other side of her door.

Still in my suit.

The door swings open wide, letting me in. And the second the door clicks shut behind me—

I grab her.

My hands fist in her hoodie, pulling her against me, my lips crushing against hers like I’ve been waiting all damn day to do it.

Kenzie melts.

Her arms wrap around my neck, her body pressing into me, needing the confirmation, the reassurance, the absolute certainty of me.

“You—” she gasps between kisses. “You just—”

I hum against her mouth, my hands sliding underneath her shirt, warm and sure. “Took long enough, huh?”

Kenzie laughs, breathless, her fingers tugging at my tie.

“Oh yeah.”

And then?

I stop thinking.

Because I’m here.

And I’m hers.

And when her hand starts to undo the buckle of my belt it’s clear she has every intention of showing me exactly what that means.

Her fingers yank at my belt like she’ll die if she doesn’t get me naked right now—and fuck, I get it. My hands are already under her hoodie, pushing it up, desperate to get my mouth on her skin. The second it hits the floor, I freeze.

Because Jesus Christ.

She’s standing there, flushed, breathing hard, bare to the waist, wearing that look—the one that says she’s mine now. Not just in secret. Not behind closed doors.Mine, out loud, in public, no going back.

My chest cracks wide open. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman like this. Not just to fuck—though yeah, I want that,needthat—but to worship. To wreck.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I breathe, skimming my hands up her waist, fingers brushing the underside of her tits. Her nipples are already tight, begging for my mouth, and fuck, I’m gone.

“Off,” she whispers, tugging at my shirt, eyes dark and needy.

I rip it over my head and crash my mouth to hers.

She tastes like relief and hunger and victory. Like everything I’ve been holding back. Our tongues tangle, and she moans into my mouth—this needy, reckless sound that shoots straight to my cock.

Her hands slide down, fingers skimming my abs, finding the waistband of my jeans. One flick, and she’s got me out, her hand wrapping around my length like she owns it.

I grunt, biting back a curse as I buck into her palm. “God, Kenzie…”

“I want you inside me,” she whispers against my jaw. “No teasing. No waiting.”

That’s all it takes.

I grip her ass, lift her up, and she wraps around me like we’ve done this a hundred times. But it’s different now. It’s real. It’s ours.

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