Page 69 of Forget Me

My body, warm with pleasure, made it so easy for him. My second orgasm barreled through me as soon as his fingers delved inside me while he sucked my clit. One strong hand held me up when all I wanted to do was collapse like a marionette with cut strings.

It was too much, and I pressed his shoulder. He ducked out from under my skirt, the lower half of his face glistening. He licked his lips. “Mimi, when I get you into my bed—” He shook his head.

I couldn’t resist the half-made promise or the bulge against his leg. “Let’s go now.”

He rested his chin against my belly. “I promised I’d get you home by ten. You have work tomorrow.”

“No.” The word came out as an embarrassing whine. All I wanted was more time, more closeness with this sex god. And to wreck him as thoroughly as he’d wrecked me. “I’ll set my alarm. You can drive me back to my place early.”

“No, Mimi, I shouldn’t.”

“Please?” I set my hands on his cheeks.

He turned his face to kiss the inside of my wrist. “Anything for you.”

He led me down the hall to his bedroom.

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