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Tasting. Devouring. Consuming.

“I need to see all of you,” he says into my ear before wrapping his arms around my back and flipping us over so I’m now on top.

I slip back onto his cock with a satisfied moan, Huxley’s mouth falling open with pleasure, eyes steadfast as he drinks me in from underneath. He grips my hips with both hands as I start to rock back and forth. I love the way he’s watching me. Like I’ve turned into the stars and moon right in front of him. It’s pure and staggering.

Spurred on by his attention, I decide to give him a bit of a show just to tease him further. I lean backward, placing a hand on his thigh and arch my back as I play with my clit with the other hand, fucking him with slow but steady curls of my hips.

I know I have him right where I want him when he squeezes his eyes shut and groans, his head pushing into the mattress underneath him.

“You’re being so good for me,” I hum, and Huxley’s eyes snap open in surprise. He curses under his breath, his hands tightening around my hips, his neck straining with the continuous exertion. I flash him a sexy pout. “Do you feel how soaked you’re making me, baby?”

Huxley’s eyes widen, and I smirk, knowing all too well that he wants me to talk to him like this some more.

“Here.” I take one of his hands, my hips still rolling back and forth, and bring it to where his cock disappears into my pussy. “You feel that?” I taunt as I glide his fingers through my arousal. “You feel how wet your cock is making me?”

“Fuck, Connie,” Huxley croaks.

I know he must be close by the hard dip of his eyebrows, as if he’s trying to concentrate. I decide to tease him some more.

My moan sounds more like a low, satisfied hum as I close my eyes for a few seconds, relishing the sensation—everysensation his body is giving me.

My eyes lock back on his, and I tilt my head before saying, “Good boys let me come first.”

With the sound of my voice, Huxley shoots forward and sits up, catching me in his arms as he cradles me with his body.

“I’ve been agoodfucking boy,” he says with gritted teeth, his face inches from mine. “Now give me my reward, Connie.”

The way he slowly elongates the wordgoodhas an instant effect on me, my walls squeezing around his cock. That paired with the change in position, my clit rubbing against his pelvis, has me seeing stars. I fall victim to Huxley’s intense gaze as his hands slip down my ass and grip my cheeks with such intoxicating force that I finally snap.

He bites my bottom lip as I climax, and he follows me over the edge seconds later. The tug of his teeth turns into an impassioned kiss as his cock throbs inside of me, buried so deep I know I’ll feel him for days after.

Our kiss lasts much longer than both of our orgasms, as if neither of us is ready for it to be over. Huxley’s arms are strong around me as I stay seated on his lap, his cock still sheathed inside of me as his hands rove all over my body, the passion potent between us.

It never wanes, only simmers under our skins, promising to ignite all over again the next time we touch.

31

CONNIE

Huxley peeks his head in my office as if checking if I’m busy before strolling in and dropping a bag of takeout on my desk.

“Lunch?” he says casually before tipping my chin up and kissing me on the very corner of my lips. “I grabbed some Thai and thought you might be hungry.”

Butterflies explode in my stomach as I look up and smile. Somatic memories of our time together last night resurface, and I suddenly feel warm all over.

After we had sex, we spent the next couple of hours finishing the bottle of wine and exploring the sand dunes of Brazil via the remote drone. His easy smile throughout the night left me so giddy that I could barely sleep after we left the condo, and I returned to my hotel alone.

We didn’t necessarily talk about what this meant for us, but things definitely feel a lot more serious between us, even if nothing has been made official yet.

God, I should really tell Jamie what’s going on.

“Is that for me?” I say giddily as I take an exploratory peek inside the brown paper bag.

Huxley takes his usual spot on the couch.

“Of course. I didn’t know what you’d like,” he says, opening his own takeout bag. “So I got you a Tom Yum soup and some Pad Thai.”

“You’re too much,” I sing-song, taking the container of soup out of the bag, my mouth watering. “How much do I owe you?”

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