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“Fuck me, Gracie,” he groaned as I began tracing a path down his chest.

“That is the plan,” I promised. I wanted more of him.

I wanted more of all of them.

Chapter

Nineteen

LUNCHBOX

The slow, sensuous way she moved coupled with her throaty declaration of, “I’m hungry,” made the world fall away. Wanting her had been a fever in my blood for days, one I’d had to keep rigidly compartmentalized. We had a mission. We had to protect her. Voodoo and Alphabet had already found their way into her bed, and fuck me if I didn’t want to be there too.

At her urging, I rolled onto my back, taking her with me. She straddled my hips, as she sat up to study me. She was so goddamn tiny. Easy to forget because her personality filled a room, even when she was quiet. A tiny tornado that packed a hell of a punch.

I contented myself with stroking her thighs as she began to kiss a path over my chest. Her hair draped over her like a curtain and the strands of it teased my skin. All that hair, that perfect face and mouth…

“I know exactly what I want, too.”

A groan ripped out of my throat as she glided against my softening dick. The wetness slipping out of her afirmreminder of how I’d just buried myself inside her. She stole a look up at me, those brilliant blue eyes intoxicating. The movement of herlips, each tickling kiss, peeled the moment open for us. That gaze dug into me, stripping away all the barriers.

I’d never felt more exposed. Instead of concern or worry, I wanted to sink into her demand as she drew me closer. The wordsclaim merested unspoken on my tongue. That she’d let me have her was more than enough.

“Fuck me, Gracie.” The words rode another groan as she traced one of my scars with her tongue. No matter how slight she might seem, she marked me with every single touch.

“That’s the plan.” She hummed as she kissed along my abdomen. As much as I appreciated the faith, I wasn’t sure I would recover that swiftly.

Then she wrapped that sexy fucking mouth around the tip of my dick and all my blood rushed south. I fisted the covers on the bed to avoid thrusting. With almost agonizing slowness, she rolled her tongue around the tip. It was hedonistic torture. She wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and I stiffened obediently.

Yes, ma’am. If she wanted me hard to play with then fuck yes, she was going to get what she wanted.

“Gracie…” Her name fell from me like a prayer.

“I’m here,” she murmured, but she had to release my dick to do so. That was a terrible form of ecstasy, a momentary reprieve from building pleasure and yet too much chill from the heat of her mouth.

“At some point,” I said, fighting to remember why I’d tried to snare her attention. “I’m going to fist your hair and fuck you from behind.”

“Are you?” Amusement curled in her voice and I couldn’t help but grin.

“Absolutely, want to build right up to that if you need some foreplay for it. I love the way your pussy feels on me and that definitely felt like more.” Probably good to make sure she was upfor whatever I’d like to do. She would always have final say, but if I didn’t ask, I wouldn’t know, right?

She gave my dick a casual pump and I arched my hips, pushing against her hand. I didn’t miss the way she licked her lips or how gratifying it was for her to look at me the way she was right now.

“I love how you felt inside me.” Those low, husky notes wrapped around me like velvet smoke. It wasn’t just what she said, but how she said it. The words were a secret meant only for me. “I want to feel that again.”

The slow stroking had me at full attention now. She flexed her hand against my cock, gliding up to the tip then all the way to the base. In no way was this a substitute for her cunt. At the same time, being touched by her was no bad thing.

“Right now though,” she continued, her breath feathering along my cock. “I want to taste you. I want to feel you come in my mouth. I want to give you all the pleasure you gave me.”

In that instant, she held me utterly spellbound. Every nerve was on high alert, tethered to the sound and feel of her.

“Anything you want,” I promised her. “Absolutely anything.”

She lapped at my tip with her tongue. A perfect torture that had my balls dragging up but not quite releasing as she teased me. I fisted the covers again, holding fast so I wouldn’t try to take over.

“You smell musky,” she murmured, and for a moment, I wasn’t quite sure that I registered the words. With every stroke of her hand, she ran her tongue along my dick. She licked me like I was her favorite goddamn lollipop. “There’s traces of smoke, but it’s not sour or sharp. More like a memory of a fire you curl up in front of when it’s cold.”

Could a woman really seduce a man with words? Not something I’d ever really contemplated. Frankly, she owned me. She didn’t need to convince me but her words were like a warmwhiskey sliding over my senses. They slowed my thoughts and every syllable felt like a touch.

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