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“Podría hacer esto todo el día. Nunca me cansaré de ti,” he says while kissing and nipping me.

The tip of his tongue flicks over me rapidly, and my legs start to shake.

“Oh, my fucking?—”

“Wren? Is everything okay?” Vera asks.

My eyes shoot open, and tension crawls into my shoulders. “Theo, we have to stop.”

He shakes his head, and the motion makes me writhe. “No.” Pulling me closer to his mouth, he devours my clit. “Can’t stop.”

“Fuck.” My moan is high pitched.

The way Theo looks at me like I’m the only thing in his world right now sends a thrill through me. Every kiss, every touch, has me melting, losing myself to him entirely. I’ve never wanted someone like this, with every fiber of my being. It’s terrifying, but I don’t want him to stop. I’m not even sure I could find the willpower to ask him to.

“Wrenly?”

I inhale deeply and clear my throat before pressing the unmute button. I turn my camera and mic back on. “I’m here.”

Damn, my cheeks are beyond red. Hopefully, no one notices.

“Are you feeling okay?” she asks.

Theo fills me with two fingers.

I cover my mouth to hide my moan with a pretend cough. “Allergies. Is it okay if I mute and turn my camera off?”

I’m struggling to keep my composure. Theo fucking Torres arches his fingers, and I let out a small squeal while gripping the edge of the desk.

“Don’t worry about it. Take the Harrison case and update me by the end of this week.”

“Thank you. Have a great day!” I hurry off the meeting and lean back in my chair, relinquishing control.

“Good girl,” he purrs against me.

“You could have gotten me fired,” I rasp, grinding against his face.

“Quit, you don’t need to work.”

“Do you know how much credit card debt I’m in?”

He places a finger against my lips. “I’ll pay it.”

“Theo—”

“We’ll talk about it later. Right now, I need you to sit on my face.”

“What?”

He spins my chair around and helps me up before lying on the bed. He props himself up with his elbows and bites his lower lip, beckoning me forward with his finger.

As I get on the bed, he cups my face and whispers, “Siéntate en mi cara.” Then he kisses me.

Pulling back, I rasp, “What?”

“Sit. On. My. Face.” He enunciates each word.

Nerves have my breath coming faster as he gets comfortable. I’ve never done this before, and I’m far from small.

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