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“Let me do it again.”

I shake my head. “I’ll do it this time.” I’ve never asserted myself like this before, always worried I’ll scare the guy off. But Tristan’s lips flatten, his whole body tensing as he looks down the length of my body.

“Tell me what you see,” I breathe, moaning a little as heat radiates from where I’m touching myself.

“I see you. Your gorgeous tits swaying. Your hand on the place my tongue wants to be.”

“What else?” I look toward his cock, which he has in hishand, absently stroking its hard length.

“I see you looking at me.”

“Do you see me wanting you?”

He groans. I take that as a yes. I reach my hand out and grasp his cock, which pulses under my touch. “Do you see this?” I ask. Then I sink my mouth over him, taking in as much as I can.

Tristan groans again, threading his hands through my hair. His eyes are on mine as I pull up and take him in again, grasping both his hips now.

“Cora, I’m not going to last.”

I go faster in response and he sucks in a breath. “Cora!”

I pop off of him, grinning, and he sits up, grasping my jaw and kissing me hard. “Naughty girl,” he says against my lips.

“But you liked it?”

“I love it.”

“Then let me finish you this way. We can make love after.” I want the control of making him come, and I think he must see it in my eyes because he nods and leans back.

He only takes a moment, especially when I take his balls in my hand, tugging gently. He explodes into me, emptying into my throat in hot bursts that turn me on so much I finish myself too, in only a few quick seconds. I come with my lips still wrapped around him, still holding him exactly how I wanted.

When I fall back onto the pillow next to me, Tristan grips my hand so tightly I turn to face him.

“I never meant for this to happen,” he whispers.

“Do you regret it?” My stomach swirls, waiting for him to answer. It’s the same question he asked me about that kiss we shared. The one I never answered.

He turns to me, his face looking run through with a thousand different emotions at once. Then he smiles. “Ask me later.”

CHAPTER 8

Tristan

The parking lot next to the viewpoint in the Hills is deserted, which makes sense given it’s after one in the morning. By the time we get to the path leading through the trees, I’m certain there’s no one around. Not that there ever is on the other side of this path. Cora suggested we stay in—not to worry about the drive she’d asked for. But I want to fulfill my promise to her. There has to be at least one promise I don’t break in coming back here.

I keep a blanket in my truck and I lay it out on the grass. This is a secluded part of the viewpoint, through a little deer trail that looks like it goes nowhere.

Cora sighs contentedly as she sits down next to me. In front of us is a sweeping view of Quince Valley—the back of downtown, below, the river, sparkling in the starlight, and on the other side of the valley, the Rolling Hills, glowing in the trees.

“So this is your favorite place in Quince Valley, huh?”

“I dunno, the Rolling Hills comes pretty close now, especially after today.”

She looks at me and smiles.

You have to stop looking so beautiful, Cora Caplin.

“I used to come here after leaving your place, when I didn’t want to go home.”

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