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“You.” It feels good to confess that he’s all I’ve thought about for days. “Can’t stop.”

With his crotch pressed against my ass, I feel every hard inch of him as he holds me tight. “Pity I’m a client then, eh? Because I can’t stop thinking about you either and all the things I would like to do to this beautiful body of yours.”

His words cause a wave of arousal between my thighs. I want him to do despicable things to me; with his tongue, his fingers, his lips. I want them all.

Moving his hand from my waist, it travels across my hips, then moves south, stopping at my inner thigh. He drifts his hand back up the fabric of my jeans, almost touching the place I’mdesperate for him to be between my legs. My clit throbs, begging for his attention.

I let out a whimper when he rubs his hard cock against my ass and bites my ear lobe. “But we can’t, Kali.” The way he draws out my short name has me panting.

“Who says?” I ask, my voice low and raspy, not sounding like myself, my body longing for his touch.

“Me. You’re too much of a distraction during the season.”

“Like you said, you’re too young for me anyway.” I push my hips back to rub his cock with my ass, making him groan and dig his fingertips into my upper thigh.

“And you’re too old for me.” I feel him smile against my skin as if he’s mocking me. Licking my neck, I moan as pleasure dances through my veins. I desperately want him to kiss me.

This sucks because he’s right about our ages, although I’m a glutton for punishment. “If I was yours, Wade,” I repeat his words from earlier. “What would you do?”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Kali

In sync, we drop the axe to the floor, where it lands with a thunderous clatter.

I wrap my hand up around the back of his neck, raking my fingers over his shaved nape, causing him to groan in appreciation.

His chest rumbles as he lets out a low growl. “I’d peel off every piece of clothing from your delectable body. Slowly,” he says in reply to a question I forgot I asked, so overwhelmed by his presence that I can’t seem to think straight. He moves his hand up my arm, skimming across my chest and up to my neck, where he softly wraps his fingers around it.

“And then?” I mumble.

“Then I’d kiss every inch of you until you’re begging me to lick your pretty pussy, which I can only imagine tastes sweeter than honey.”

My breathing quickens. I close my eyes, picturing every delicious thing he wants to do to me. I feel dizzy, my legs becoming shaky.

“I’d kiss your nipples, taking my time to lick each one, slowly. Then bite and suck them until you’re squirming.” He drops hishand from my neck to the hem of my sweater. He pushes under the thin material, his fingers finding my nipple, pinching, and rolling it between his fingers over the lace of my bra.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, panting when he gives my other nipple the same attention.

“I’d kiss you all the way down your stomach, then I’d lick your clit, and fuck you with my fingers, so deep into your wet pussy, you’d be screaming my name in minutes.”

“Oh God,” I moan, my clit throbbing, begging for him to touch me.

Grabbing his hand that was on my inner thigh, I move it higher to my center.

“Nuh uh uh. You do it. Play with yourself.” He lays his hand over mine and makes me touch myself, with his guidance, over the denim.

I whimper.

“Do you like that?” he asks, purring in my ear as his other hand moves from my nipples back to my neck.

“What would you do next?” I want him to keep talking, the timbre of his voice affecting me as much as my hand between my thighs. My orgasm builds, heat rising, as the sensation of our conjoined hands rub against the seam of the denim.

“I’m not wearing any panties.” My confession drips off my lips. “You forgot to buy clean underwear.” I swear he did it on purpose.

“Fucking hell, Kali.” His grip tightens around my throat, liking the way it cuts off my air supply a little, making my orgasm build faster.

He circles our fingertips quicker, making the rough fabric run over my clit again and again.

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