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Mindless and desperate, words spilled from my mouth without thought or consideration to the consequences. “Please, Easton. Please, I’m so close.”

His torment ended, and his control snapped. He ate my pussy with single-minded determination and a skilled tongue that made my vision tunnel. My breath froze in my lungs until I wasn’t sure I would ever breathe again. I could barely hear over the blood rushing in my ears, but I caught the sound of his rough groan as his mouth vibrated against me and his fingertips dug into my flesh.

Is he…

Did he…

Holy fuck, I think he came from eating me out.

That was more than I could stand. I shattered. Completely. Irrevocably. I wasn’t sure if the blinding bliss would ever fade as I came apart all over his tongue.

Like the man was created to give pleasure, Easton expertly worked me the entire time, extending my orgasm before building the next one. He was also clearly created to torment me because after pressing a few longing kisses to my pussy and clit, he lifted away before I could plummet off the edge again.

Leaving me a soaked, needy pile of goo.

I barely had the chance to inhale before he stole that breath with a dominating kiss. His hand wrapped around my throat as he swept his tongue in to share my taste. When my vision began to tunnel again—that time from lack of oxygen—he tore himself away.

Forehead to mine, he kept his gentle hold on my throat as he spoke. “Swear to Christ, Maddie, that’s never happened to me.Never. But finally having you. Your taste. The way you moaned my name. That you’re mine. Fuck, I lost control.”

I never thought I would see it, but when I leaned away so I could look at Easton, there was an unmistakable blush across his cheeks to go with the shock on his face.

I pushed against his hand to feel more of the delicious pressure and told him the truth. “That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened. Not just to me. The hottest thing in the history of the entire universe.”

He studied me for a moment. “You’re serious.”

“I don’t have any brain cells left to lie with.”

I got a quick glimpse of his smile before he buried his face in my neck.

After a couple peaceful minutes, he groaned—but not in a good way. “I need to shower.” He sat and grabbed a tee I hadn’t noticed from the other side of me and handed it to me. “You’re sleeping in this.”

I opened my mouth before closing it.

The man just consumed the most intimate part of me with an addicting enthusiasm.

I think I am safe to ask a simple question.

“Will you sleep in here with me?” I asked as he stood from the bed.

He turned to face me, and I couldn’t see the evidence of his orgasm. I could, however, see the very intimidatinglymassivehard-on that was fighting for its life in his slacks.

Holy shit.

If that is after he’s already…

Holy fucking shit.

He put his fists to the mattress at my sides and bent down. The smirk curving his mouth reminded me of the one he’d given after also catching me checking him out the first time we met. “There’s no keeping me away now.”

Like that wasn’t unhinged, he walked into the bathroom.

And I rushed to change into his t-shirt before flopping back.

No wonder he doesn’t mind all the white and beige.

He gets enough color from the red flags.

Chapter 23

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