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“Did you want it back?”

Those legs. . .

What I’d give to grasp her thighs, leave marks on her pale skin, and kiss my way up her?—

“Theo?”

“Yes?” I murmur, licking my lower lip.

“Do you want it back?”

This woman. . . while I’d love to imprint this image into my brain, curiosity gets the best of me.

“Yes.”

Rising off the couch, she grabs the hem of the hoodie and pulls it over her head, and a groan rumbles deep in my throat. “Wren.”

Her brow quirks. “Theo.”

Those curves.

“So, we’re going to be late.” I tilt my head, biting my lip.

“Should I get changed?—”

“Don’t.” I raise my voice, and she stops herself from moving. “Stay where you are.”

“Yes, sir.” She shifts and lies on her back, bending her leg and humming.

Fucking hell. . .

“You know, I was thinking.” She tilts her head. “We spend a lot of time on this couch.”

I feather my fingers over her knee, and goose bumps pepper her skin.

“And yet. . .”

I hover over her and gasp when she grabs my belt, forcing me to stumble forward. “You’ve never fucked me here.”

“Is that what you want?” I don’t bother hiding the fact that I’m staring at every inch of her chest, trailing down to admire her soft stomach and generous curves.

Wren sits up, and my cock presses against my zipper, eager to be touched. “Actually.” My buckle loosens, and she starts to undo my jeans. “I’d like to fuck you.”

“Oh?” I smirk as my pants fall to the carpet. “Oh, fuck.” I groan as she leans forward, kissing the length of my cock.

“Have I told you how much I enjoy sucking your cock?” In quick succession, she pulls my boxers down and licks the tip.

“My eager girl.” I tangle my hand in her hair. “Where did this come from? You’re usually not so. . . forward.”

Those hazel irises stare up at me as she swirls her tongue around the head of my length. “I wanted to try something new. Is this okay? I promise I won’t bite.”

I laugh. “More than okay. Soy tan jodidamente afortunado.”

“What does that mean?” she asks, running her tongue down my shaft.

Wren wraps her lips around me without breaking eye contact, and my jaw drops.

“I’m so fucking lucky,” I growl.

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