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He presses his lips to my temple and then whispers, “Good girl. Now pretend it’s me, Marlee. Pretend it’s my tongue lashing at your sweet little clit, bringing every tiny nerve ending to life with my lips. Pretend it’s me you’re dripping for.”

Oh fuck.

Yep.

That’ll do it.

My back arches and my jaw falls open as I gasp and then, “Oh fuck! I’m…I’m…”

My hand wraps around Ledger’s forearm, my nails digging into his skin as I come hard and fast, my entire body quaking against him as I release every pent-up thought of anxiety or nervousness from inside me.

And then I’m a puddle of lifelessness.

Ledger turns his head and tenderly kisses the inside of my thigh. “That’s my girl. Feel better?”

Holy shit. I so do.

A blissful and totally unabashed smile forms across my face. “Mhmm.” I don’t even care that I’m practically naked and on display for a man I’m not actively dating.

Ledger chuckles. “Good. You were magnificent.” He tugs at the pillows behind me, moving them out of the way, and then he turns me, lifting my legs from his shoulders and resting them against my headboard. He places a sweet kiss on my forehead, brushing back a few strands of my hair, and whispers, “I’ll be right back. I’m just going to grab a washcloth to clean you up.”

I feel his absence the moment he lifts himself off my bed. When he returns, he has a warm washcloth in hand and gently wipes it across my sensitive skin.

“Ledger?”

“Hmm?”

I wait until he finally meets my gaze before I whisper, “Thank you.”

His lips turn up in a sweet, kind smile. “I should be the one thanking you.”

“Why?”

“Because watching you come apart is an experience I will never fucking forget.”

If my cheeks weren’t already heated from the orgasm I just had, I would most certainly be blushing right now. My gaze falls from Ledger’s bare chest to the obvious bulge in his shorts. “Oh…”

He stands once again, washcloth in hand, and leans over me to pick up the rose vibrator. Then he moves to my side and whispers, “But make no mistake, Marlee. The next time you fall apart like that in front of me, I’ll be the vibrating toy.”

He strides back to the bathroom and the only thought I have running through my head is how jealous I now am of Ledger Dayne’s past, present, and future lovers. The man certainly knows how to get the job done when it comes to pleasuring a woman and he didn’t even have to touch me to do it.

If he’s that good with a toy, I can only imagine what he can do with his tongue.

CHAPTER SEVEN

LEDGER

Getting Marlee out of my mind this past week has been damn near impossible. In a way it sucks that it’s still the off-season because I have too much idle time on my hands. No matter what I do or where I go or who I’m with my thoughts trail back to Marlee Remington. Okay, not just Marlee in general. Specifically, Marlee Remington with her legs spread open for me while I pleasured her enticingly beautiful pussy with a vibrating toy wishing it was my tongue instead. The same Marlee Remington who latched onto my arm as I made her come. Even now the vision of her with her back arched off the bed, her hair floating around her head like a halo as her body responded to me lives rent free in my head. It’s been a week and every single morning I go through the same routine. Wake up, shower, wrap hand around cock, press play on the nonstop Marlee thoughts running through my head, jack off violently against my shower wall, rinse, and repeat.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so close to something I’ve wanted so badly, something I’ve dreamed about experiencing for years, but in the end, know I can’t have entirely. It’s no secret that I’ve had a crush on Marlee for the past three years. She’s one of the kindest women I’ve ever met and she’s a fucking stunner. She’sdamn good at keeping us in line. She’s always one step ahead of where we need to be and never forgets a detail. She works hard and has a fun sense of humor when she lets herself unwind. And on top of all that, she’s so fucking pretty just thinking about her makes my chest ache. But she doesn’t want me.

And not just me. It seems she doesn’t want anybody.

She just wants a baby.

Her dream of being a mother surpasses her desire for a loving, committed relationship. I’m sure it’s because she’s never actually experienced one before. The men she’s been with have all let her down, including her father, so why wouldn’t she give up on the idea of finding the perfect man? Why wouldn’t she surrender herself to the idea of being single forever?

I can’t say that I blame her, but fuck, I wish she would see me standing right in front of her.

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