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My lips part, eyes falling closed as need races through me. Icame in the shower this morning, fantasizing about this, about that smug look in her eyes.

She pulls me from my boxers and my cock juts out, already beading with precum, and the slight expression of surprise in her eyes is like a steroid shot to my ego.

“What’s the matter, Hellfire?” I’m barely breathing as she trails her fingers up and down my length. “Intimidated?”

Her mouth curves. “A little.”

She gives me a firm stroke and pleasure tightens in my groin. She’s looking at my cock like it’s a pair of those fuck-me heels she loves so much. I open my mouth to tell her we don’t have to do anything, but she strokes me again, and the words fall out of my head.

“What were you saying?” She watches with a smug little smile that makes me even harder.

“I don’t remember.”

She grins, running her other hand over my balls, teasing me with light, exploring touches. Her manicured nails look so fucking hot, holding me like this. She tugs them lightly and a high, desperate noise slips out of me. My head falls back against the door as her hand finds a steady rhythm, applying the perfect amount of pressure, twisting a little at the tip like I do to myself.

I’m already on the edge, with her eagerness to please and the way she’s touching me.

She drops to her knees and my cock jumps.

“Right here?” My voice is hoarse. I’m breathing hard. The image of my wife on her knees for me, looking up at me with that pretty, trusting smile, my cock inches from her mouth—I’ll jerk off to this image for the rest of my life.

“Uh-huh.” She wets her lips. My balls ache. We still have our jackets on, for Christ’s sake. Why is that so hot, that she couldn’t even wait?

“We should—” She strokes me again.Oh, fuck. “—go upstairs.”

“No.” Another long stroke. Heat wraps around the base of my spine and through my nose, I suck in a deep breath. “I want to do this right here.”

She opens her mouth, holding my gaze, and stops. My chest rises and falls fast as I stare down at her.

“Remind me how this part goes again,” she whispers, her eyes sparkling.

“What?” My thoughts slip and slur. I can’t think straight with her holding me, with her breath skating over my length.

“I forget the next part.”

She holds my gaze, parts her lips, and waits. Blood pounds in my ears, and it hits me.

She wants me to take the lead. She likes it, and she knows I like it. She trusts me. She wants this.

Holding her pretty gaze, I thread my fingers into her hair, firm but gentle, and feed my cock between Georgia’s perfect lips.

CHAPTER 68

GEORGIA

“Holy fuck.”Alexei’s head falls back, eyes closed. “I’m never going to stop thinking about this. Jesus Christ, Georgia.”

God, same. Seeing him tortured, agonized, completely at my mercy is the best thing I’ve ever seen. I’m wet, aching between my legs, but taking his cock to the back of my throat is a different kind of pleasure. In my hand, he is hot, heavy, and thick.

He looks down, his eyes dark and glazed, and holds my gaze as his hips begin to move, thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. Like I expected, he’s almost too big.

It’s heaven. I haven’t gone down on a guy in years, but I could do this for hours with Alexei. I’m not thinking about being detached, I’m not wondering where this is going, I’m just... having fun.

His eyes taunt me. “Don’t forget to suck.”

That resistant, playful feeling rises in me, but his hand comes to the back of my head, he pushes himself into my mouth, and I don’t think about it, I just apply suction to his cock and watch his expression melt into pleasure.

“Good fucking girl, Georgia,” he whispers, eyes closed. “Just like that, sweetheart.”

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